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Okays, sos.......... I wrote a poem WHAT THE CRAP?!?!?! Yeah, I wrote a poem. YOU WRITE POEMS? No, hence the horrid-ness of it. Oh. -confuzzled look- stare
Anyway, here it is.
I look in my mirror every morning, The girl in the glass gazes back, The girl with the broken glasses- The girl with the smile I lack.
I give her a grin, just to show her, I can be happy like she. But when she smiles, I realize- That girl just couldn’t be me.
She has no problems, no hungers, No broken heart weighing down. She couldn’t have less a care, What reason does she have to frown?
Saddest part is, I could be her- I fool all my friends every day. But I have no one to show me That faking it isn’t the way.
Then in thei night, she changes, Into a fat ugly terrible freak, with barely the hope or energy, To make it through out the week.
Inside I’m a trembling mess, Masking my troubles with rage, My only other outlet is, Being the ink on the page.
I long for someone to show me, The walls I built up can come down. But I’d have to let someone in, Or in my own tears I would drown.
So here I am, with my make up, Not yet running down my cheeks, I’m waiting for something to happen, To break the drone of the weeks.
I haven’t eaten in days, My parents have given up, I’ve been taking the medicine, Downing cup after cup.
I’m dying inside, I can feel it. The pain and the hurt and the drear, You would hear of my starvation, If only you opened your ear.
Sometimes, when I say I’m fine, I want to be looked at, right in the eye, And when you figure it out, You see straight through the lie.
The girl in the mirror laughs, There’s one less of them in the world. And now the mask is the real one- Her hair blowing unfurled.
I am no more now, I’m done with, Now there is only the shell. The troubles and sorrow and weakness Are all blown away with as well.
I’m leaving now, you won’t miss me. So here’s how I say good bye: You didn’t really care at all, But now you aren’t wondering why.
Figmented Imagination · Wed Mar 19, 2008 @ 10:40pm · 0 Comments |
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