Hiding it is the hardest part,
Some would say it’s a fucking art.
People ask questions day and night,
Give them a look. Now that’s a sight.
Hiding under the pulled back sleeve,
The scars may make you feel naive.
People don’t understand what life we’ve lead,
The born, broken, and the un-dead.
It’s always sitting there,
Just ready to tear,
It happens nearly every day,
No matter what you say.
So now you can judge me,
Just from what you see.
Underneath that sleeve,
Is every part of me.
Author notes
painful surrender
A contest entry
- Painful Desires by Lost Vampyre Angel.
1000 points, ended March 6, 2008, 46 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Give me Everything you've Got by CrystalJet.
600 points, ended March 14, 2008, 318 entries
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Comments
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Love it! thats just what i do and i can relate to this!
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you are a wonderful poet,
this is a really good poem,
the rhyme isnt forced,
and it shows raw emotion,
good luck in the contest,
xxx love vamp xxx -
Wonderfully said and how true so many judge what they do not understand. My son wears long sleeves to cover his and I just let mine show...for time and age has dulled mine and people are not as boldly rude as you get older.
Regrest and memories of a different life lived and died...to be reborn again.
Hang in there it does pass.
Love,
mystic
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the memories and regrets
this is amazing i know how you feel. the scars are a constant reminder of the pain. but also the feelings you have had. good write. x -
wow, OMFG i know exactly how that goes, i really do and i wow idont know... brings back soo many feelings
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wow...this is a very deep write for such a short piece...the reader can really feel the emotion and it has such a nice flow to it
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