I hide behind a plastic smile,
I hide the girl who's tisted,
I try to make others happy
To hide that I'm sadistic.
I act like no, there's nothing wrong
When all that's wrong is me,
I try to keep out of their view
My fucked up family.
And yes, when disasters occur,
Every time I cry,
But that's only to hide the fact
I like when people die.
I look down at those murderers
Sending people through deaths door,
And shake my head, ignore the fact
That I have killed before.
The rapists that you hear about
I hope that they're ashamed!
(Ignore the fact, were I a man,
I would be the same.)
It's all a fake, a masquerade,
Something easy to see through,
So why don't people look and see
A person normal as you?
I wake with blood still on my arms,
And drugs still in my system,
And wonder how a girl as twisted as me
Has so many who care for them?
Author notes
Written October 21st, 2005
A contest entry
- Anything Goes! by C Weatherholt.
400 points, ended November 17, 2005, 41 entries
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good write i hopwe all is well and that you can keep writing from you heart as well as your mind
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brillant!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Great poem, also very sad and full of angry. I think you do remarkble well with this poem, the reader can feel your angry and stress. great job
Mary
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your poem is deep... but angry and confused sounding.....though it was somewhat offending...it is your words your feelings... and i do understand what you say... now i say, "i wish you the best of luck" your poetry is wonderful.
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