Only I know the truth
Of what's inside of me.
They think I'm so tenacious
And that nothing can pull me down.
What their eyes see is a mirage
That has been contrived.
Anguish is the reality...
There's a portrait of good intentions,
But the display is blinded.
Underneath the benevolence
disdain foments in the depths.
What their heart feels is fragmented
Because it's too vehement to accept it all.
Satiety for the egocentric is the actuality...
Now it has been exposed innately
And it's sequestered no more.
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Written April 21st, 2006
A contest entry
- Prewrites by leander.
730 points, ended November 30, 2008, 147 entries
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Well this is a good poem that you have written here... deep and thought-provoking in fact...
Keeping this one in mind!
Thank you for entering,
Leander -
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Really?!!
I am so flattered. Thanks!
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I, and probably most other people, have this problem with other peoples perceptions of ourselves. We are most of us like the iceberg, not only is nine tenths submerged but although the action of wind and weather keep the surface fairly pure it is murky deeper down.
You have put it much more clearly than I.
Jim -
Very good. It seems so perfected and articulate. Great job. Thank you.
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Very deep and well thought out. Great job and thank you for sharing your secret with me within a poem. Thank you again and good luck in my contest.
Ashley -
awsomeness!
wow, just wow.
I love this write auntii Jenny!
there's emotion...and there's just so much detail about what's going on in the world, and how you see it all.
i love it.
love always,
Jessie
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