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 Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2009 4:14 pm
I love to write poetry, so I figured I would just post some on here...
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Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2009 4:15 pm
Sitting alone,
Thoughts race.
A never ending battle,
Between who I am and who I want to be.
I am lost.
Never-ending quest,
Filled with heartache and pain.
Look into the mirror,
Shun my reflection.
I am not what I seem.
More than meets the eye,
I am like a puzzle.
Complex,
Full of tiny pieces.
As soon as you think you know me,
Something doesn’t quite fit.
I am me,
Nothing more,
Nothing less.
I work with what was given to me,
No matter how difficult it is,
Or may seem.
There are moments,
When I hate myself,
And my circumstances.
I try to not stay down,
And rise above the flames.
I am much more than I appear to be.
Words are my weapon,
My shield,
My life.
The one thing I can succeed at.
My head high,
I move on.
Trying to leave my past in the past,
But I shall not forget.
I will grow and prosper,
From all of the pain.
I often feel as if I am not good enough,
That I don’t deserve what I have.
But I have people to help me,
They allow me to rise from the ashes,
Like a beautiful phoenix,
Who will not quit.
I know who I am,
I am the only one,
Who knows what lies within,
Until I let others into my heart.
If you break it,
Break it gently,
For it is fragile.
I am different.
Not your typical high school girl.
I am individualized.
If you do not like the truth,
Then you do not deserve to be of any importance to me.
I am me,
Nothing more,
Nothing less.
I am Anne-Marie.
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Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2009 4:16 pm
I feel as if my world is crashing down on me.
Nothing seems to be going right,
And I am not just trying to get attention.
I am not looking for sympathy,
But vent I must.
Fights are frequent,
Often about things I wish I could take back.
She doesn’t stop to ask,
After a disagreement,
What I was feeling,
Or what I was going through,
At that moment.
He is furious,
Because she runs and tells whenever I disappoint.
I have feelings for someone.
He makes my heart soar whenever I see,
His beautiful face.
He doesn’t need me,
For he loves another.
One of my best friends helped to break my heart,
And she doesn’t even know it.
Friends are going through things as well,
Form new relationships to heartbreaks,
From secrets to rumors.
They don’t know who to trust,
And they are in a whirlwind.
I feel as if it is up to me,
To fix their problems.
Grades are slipping.
With all of the drama of life,
How are we supposed to get anything done?
Teenagers,
We have so much expected from us.
And it is slowly suffocating me.
Terrible with words,
One phrase to describe me.
I cannot simply sit down,
And tell anyone,
All of my problems.
But I need to learn how too.
If I do not,
My head will surly explode.
Please be there,
Let me know that you are here to talk.
That s all the comfort and support I need.
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Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2009 4:17 pm
Smashed against the wall,
Unable to breath.
Fists bashing, hands slapping,
In this quiet room.
Blood, bruises, welts,
Objects thrown across the room,
Battering my body.
Cold loneliness and feelings of abandonment
In this quiet room.
Beaten senseless,
Loss of pride.
Uncontrollable sobbing.
Feeling as if death is near,
In this quiet room.
Cruelty,
Pain,
Hate,
And anger.
In this quiet room.
Praying for someone,
Anyone to save me.
Can anyone hear my silent screams?
My desperate cries?
Is there any hope,
In this quiet room?
Why does this occur?
All of the abuse?
This room is a smaller form of the world,
Full of mindless violence.
Maybe it’s safer,
In this quiet room.
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Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2009 4:18 pm
I have problems,
This I will not deny.
But I do not want to share them,
With some woman who says she understands.
No one understands,
Unless they have been there.
Anger and sadness run through my veins,
And some see it,
But they ignore it.
Others don’t see it at all.
They go on living their ignorant lives.
Not knowing that someone is in pain.
I have been told constantly,
That I am good for nothing.
An ugly pig,
A hypocrite,
And egotistical.
Going to end up alone,
In a pit of anger, depression, and uselessness.
I have all of these problems,
I shall admit,
But I do not want to share them.
Especially with some woman who says she understands.
She is getting paid for my suffering.
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