How many tears must I shed?
How many times must I be reduced to tears?
How many more hours must I slave with a pen and paper trying to find the perfect words for my pain?
I ask you,
Look at me and tell me what you see,
A perfect picture?
A model student?
A mother’s joy!?!
Look at me!
Look at me!
Don’t stray your eyes!
Avoid the question!
What do you see!?!
The pain is bubbling,
The bile is boiling,
My heart I bleeding,
The cold tears flood from my eyes,
Never ending,
What do you see?
You haven’t answered me!
Who am I?
I ask you still,
A perfect picture?
A model student,
A mother’s joy,
Everything I have to be?
It doesn’t matter anyway.
You’ll never tell the truth,
You’ll lie, twist and turn until the truth is no more,
I just need to look in the mirror and open my eyes,
I can tell who I am,
Not a perfect picture,
Not a model student,
Not a mother’s joy,
Nothing I’m meant to be,
Nothing,
The tears have dried,
All gone,
Nothing left,
A perfect picture,
A model student,
A mother’s joy,
Don’t look at me,
Don’t answer me,
Its ok,
I know the answer,
How many tears must I shed?
How many times must I be reduced to tears?
How many more hours must I slave with a pen and paper trying to find the perfect words for my pain?
I know the answer.
Don’t need to tell me again,
Can’t do it again,
A contest entry
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1000 points, ended July 17, 2007, 34 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Round One: Prewrites Only by reckless abandon.
330 points, ended July 23, 2007, 27 entries
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Comments
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Wow. This poem is strong with feeling and emotion. I really like it. Thanks for entering and good luck!
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Wow, what an amazing poem. I can relate, it hits home. You are an incredible writer, your words flow beautifully, very deep. Excellent poem. Again, I loved it! Keep on writing, I can't wait to read more!
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Wow
This is a really awesome poem i hope you do well in the contest.. Very expressive piece and rather questionin
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"How many more hours must I slave with a pen and paper trying to find the perfect words for my pain?"
I love that lines. I feel it all the time, and it's so horrible. Very well worded!
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