my words are less than useless,
my only wepon, drowned out by the sound of your game.
your anger overlaps my voice,
my shallow, timmid, hollow wispers, ignored,
as you walk away.
you distort my words and sentences,
with every breath i take,
my damp eyelashes condem me further
giving you more fuel for my shame.
you tell me not to yell
as you turn up the volume, button by button.
"theres nothing left to talk about"
comes from your lazy chair.
"i just can't seem to beat sence into her"
leaves me lying on the floor.
you have me so well trained,
(except in your eyes)
im skitish and jumpy,
head shy, you could say.
i know its my fault,
but at your inquisitive silence,
i have nothing left to say.
Author notes
louder than words as in actions speak louder. its kinda a past n now thing.
"i just can't seem to beat sence into her"
leaves me lying on the floor.
well actually this only happened up to maybe 3/4 yrs ago. so i gues thats the only old thing in there.
well, actually, its still said.
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this was a wonderful and yet sad stroy. im sure many people can relate to this. it was full of emotions and from your heart.
this was just so well done
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a touching, sad poem! ive always had a tough time with my family as im a little less than perfect, a little different from the others...always clashed. But things do tend to take a turn for the better with time. I hope things start to look up for you! take care, thanks for the entry! xxxx
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very sad but good... you are very talented keep up the good work... life gets frusterating but hang in there
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i hate being egnored so i know where you are coming from. when i changed my look people started seeing me differently and they started to tell themselves that i was doing bad things. i tried to deffend my self but every time i tried to explain my self my words dragged me deeper and deeper into the false accusations. so i gave up and the whispers stopped.
i love your work because it is always meaningful and imaginitive. you speak from the very center of your heart and no where else. i am rooting for you meg!
~love hope~
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as always meg its beatiful so verry emotional i can feel the pain as i read it .
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It's a good yet very sad poem. I hope you're feeling better.
Keep writing and God Bless
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