Never being able to talk to someone
Without them thinking I am stupid
Always alone and worn out with pain
People never get why I am the way I am
They say that I am confusing and plain weird
But I say that I am just like the rest of you
Only unique in my own little way
Screaming in the middle of a room
They say that I did for attention
But really I did it for someone to notice
My life is crap there is no one anywhere
God is the only one that I talk to and trust
What am I you ask?
Well I am just one of millions of misunderstood teens or people.
Author notes
Written September 14th, 2006
A contest entry
- please understand me now by forced perfection.
450 points, ended May 6, 2007, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Hoodwinked
I am sorry you feel this way. At least you can talk to God. He always listens. Writing poetry os theraputic in getting out your emotions. -
hey
Sorry I judged this contest so late. I had a million and one things to do.
Your poem is a lot like a million poems I wrote. It is teenage thinking.
Yet all people are different, and that is about the only thing that makes them the same.
I find it easy to identify with your poem, though I had a very good reason not to put all my own poems like this on the internet. And that reason is, that everybody feels like you described at a certain point of there lives. And a little originality certainly wouldn’t harm anyone.
I appreciate your effort.
I hope you’ll feel a lot better after puberty.
Love & Peace
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arent we all misunderstood. you are a simple writer and just speak your mind. its vrey direct. you seem to be feeling similar things as to what i am. keep your head up, keep writing. if i could make a suggestion for future pieces try to add some devices, metaphores are powerful; maybe not for such work but just in general.
speak you mind-- love itt. =)
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