Look at me;
what do you see?
The bright,
happy, laughing girl
that everyone gets along with?
Well thats not me,
look deeper and you'll
start to see;
the destruction
and despair.
The pain and the hurt,
the layers that no body
knows that is a part of me.
Have you seen this bit of
me?
The bits that cause
destruction,
shame,
insanity?
I guess not.
You don't know me,
not at all.
SO keep thinking i'm
the happy bright
laughing girl.
And i'll simply smile and
agree,
but just to let you know,
that girl aint really me
Author notes
This is pretty self explanitry.
I'm known at school for being the goody goody, and the bright and happy chick, but as the poem suggests, thats not really me, and know quite understands that
((I know that it has a bronze, but please pay no attention to it...))
"Sometimes you have to take the leap and build your wings on the way down."
A contest entry
- xxx - I'm not so perfect now am i ? - xxx by The Hardest Goodbye.
300 points, ended December 8, 2007, 14 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - More than just a pretty face... by aligurl.
625 points, ended February 25, 2008, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
1 - 8 of 8
-
Oh I really liked this. I know how that feels. I used to be that girl. My parents always expected me to be perfect. The straight A sweet heart. Then i got to the point where I just didn't care anymore. I was happy at first and then got really stressed out because I was always used to not having to worry about my grades. SOmetimes being the goody good is a little easier. However, I'd been a goody good my whole life. I was the image that my parents wanted me to be so when I broke away from their image, I wasn't even sure who I was. That was definately hard. Finding myself. I think what would add to this poem is a little description of who you really are. Or even a hint of it... Thank you for entering and good luck in my contest. I saw the bronze trophy but it doesn't take away from the poem. I only don't like it if someone who has one more than one gold trophy I tihnk is a little unfair. Maybe even a little greedy. Sorry it took so long to get to the contest, life has just gotten in the way lately. Thank you for your patience.
-
Oh I really liked this. I know how that feels. I used to be that girl. My parents always expected me to be perfect. The straight A sweet heart. Then i got to the point where I just didn't care anymore. I was happy at first and then got really stressed out because I was always used to not having to worry about my grades. SOmetimes being the goody good is a little easier. However, I'd been a goody good my whole life. I was the image that my parents wanted me to be so when I broke away from their image, I wasn't even sure who I was. That was definately hard. Finding myself. I think what would add to this poem is a little description of who you really are. Or even a hint of it... Thank you for entering and good luck in my contest. I saw the bronze trophy but it doesn't take away from the poem. I only don't like it if someone who has one more than one gold trophy I tihnk is a little unfair. Maybe even a little greedy. Sorry it took so long to get to the contest, life has just gotten in the way lately. Thank you for your patience.
-
This poem is soo good! I loved the part where you descibed the layers of hurt because it sounded very stunning compared to the happy, bright girl in the beginning. Good job with the poem and good luck in the contest!
-
I know how ya feel to. exactly hoe you feel , about being the goody goody of the class or schoool. This poem was amazing! Good luck in my contest.
xo
kandy -
I know just how you feel and i've written a poem with the same topic because it is how i feel most of the time except when im caught in a good moment that never lasts anyway. Good Job
-
nice
I like it. its very good in my opinion in fact. *hugs you close* you really are good at this you know that
-
-
awww thank you
-
-
Love it..I feel kinda like that too. Hugs. Well done.
Adding your comment:
1 - 8 of 8
