I feel like I’m so cold
I’m turning into ice
I feel like I’m a stone
So bloody dead inside
Don’t know why I’m told
I’ve a fuckin’ beautiful mind
They make me feel like gold
Don’t see this idol cry
I’ve tried all my life to be good
And yet I’m left alone
And even though I’ve stood
Still feel like I am blown
Keep getting better than I could
Still feel like I’ve not grown
I’m the child I used to be
The child who used to love
Don’t know why no one can see
I’m the bleeding white dove
They keep shooting me down
Every time I try to fly
In this world I’m just a clown
Pretending to live a lie
Why can they just love me?
And let me be who I am
I’m not one to fit their dream
Even if I do what I can
What have I not tried to give?
What have I not done?
As who have I not tried to live?
Just to be loved…
I’m the perfect one they say
But I’m just so tired of trying
To fit their picture of ecstasy
I’m sick of all this lying
Keep putting me on a pedestal
And worship what I could be
The spark of this soul is dull
And still they do not see
I just don’t fit onto their mould
I hurt when they try to force inside
The rough edges strike my inner folds
Bring out the beads of blood that hide
Underneath this statue of gold
And they wonder why I cry
Why I feel like I’m cold
Why I’m turning into ice
Why I feel like a stone
So bloody dead inside!
I’m turning into ice
I feel like I’m a stone
So bloody dead inside
Don’t know why I’m told
I’ve a fuckin’ beautiful mind
They make me feel like gold
Don’t see this idol cry
I’ve tried all my life to be good
And yet I’m left alone
And even though I’ve stood
Still feel like I am blown
Keep getting better than I could
Still feel like I’ve not grown
I’m the child I used to be
The child who used to love
Don’t know why no one can see
I’m the bleeding white dove
They keep shooting me down
Every time I try to fly
In this world I’m just a clown
Pretending to live a lie
Why can they just love me?
And let me be who I am
I’m not one to fit their dream
Even if I do what I can
What have I not tried to give?
What have I not done?
As who have I not tried to live?
Just to be loved…
I’m the perfect one they say
But I’m just so tired of trying
To fit their picture of ecstasy
I’m sick of all this lying
Keep putting me on a pedestal
And worship what I could be
The spark of this soul is dull
And still they do not see
I just don’t fit onto their mould
I hurt when they try to force inside
The rough edges strike my inner folds
Bring out the beads of blood that hide
Underneath this statue of gold
And they wonder why I cry
Why I feel like I’m cold
Why I’m turning into ice
Why I feel like a stone
So bloody dead inside!
Author notes
Option 1. It's what the picture feels like....
this is here because the bookworm told me so
just has a lot of emotion...i hope it makes you cry
A contest entry
- Tell Me The Story by Shantalina.
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how does it make you feel?
Comments
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lovely descriptions, and a wonderful poem, congrats on the bronze, and good luck in the other contest =)
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Different but good take on the picture.
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I really liked this poem you wrote. Alot of this poem reminds me of my self. alot of it hits home. thank you for entering.
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"I’m the child I used to be
The child who used to love
Don’t know why no one can see
I’m the bleeding white dove"
Beautiful, powerful. We have similar writing styles, but you're a lot better ;D. This one really struck a chord in me. -
I liked it. The rhyme scheme was a little off, but I barely noticed through all the emotion packed into it.
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There is a ton of emotion in it but... I was just reading through everything.. and I realized you didn't read my rules.. (or you didn't care enough to listen to me) so here it is, the Magical dissapearing act! fix it up and re-enter if you want.. READ MY RULES.
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great write. your passionately express your emotions. Its like your my sister or maybe our dads are related. dont lose hope.
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very nice poem. i'm sure a lot of teens i know could relate to this poem (or think they can relate to this poem)
nice job!
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A very emotional poem of self, created with a lot of thought in mind. Raw, and filled with questions to the pain inside. Well written with a great flow. Thank you for your entry!
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Second time around and....
I still absolutely love it...only this time I can applaud you! I love how you did it in third person - you made yourself the fairy, and I can relate to this so much in the sense that everyone thinks she's perfect, but they are holding her down from what she really wants...to be free.. Great write!

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This is so full of raw emotion, I love it! It's beautiful and captivating. I wish I could applaud it, but it's my own fair judging rules that I can't applaud until the contest is over. Thanks so much for entering! Fabulous write!
SAE
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