I blast the music in my ears,
I cover up my eyes,
I pull the hood down on my head,
I only speak in lies.
I need to cut myself off,
Live in isolation,
Otherwise my mind just races;
Its an awful situation.
If you ask my friends, they will say I'm fine.
They know nothing of my hell.
They cannot see into my mind
I hide it with the lies I tell.
I close myself up in my room,
I cover up my arms;
Its sad that all my closest friends,
Are my faded scars.
My friends, they think that I've not changed,
That I'm still that happy guy.
They don't see all the pain I'm in;
Sometimes I wonder why.
I fear to show the truth of me,
And so I spread such falsities,
So in their eyes, happy I'll be,
Until I say, "Goodbye."
A contest entry
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This is beautiful, it's so sad, and a lot of it I felt like I could relate to, the friends not realising, thinking you're still the happy person you used to be, I can't relate to the scars, but the rest.... I love this piece, awesome job, thanks so much for entering and good luck.
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I feel your pain, poet. You have done an amazing thing,however. You've written something that will last forever. This poem has strength in between the lines. No one will be able to see into your mind though...not ever, not even the one that will one day love you,bear your children and stand by your side. I feel that one day you'll see this glimpse of happiness and content, in the very children you create.
There's passion in you. Embrace it! -
My friends, they think that I've not changed,
That I'm still that happy guy.
They don't see all the pain I'm in;
Sometimes I wonder why.
I fear to show the truth of me,
And so I spread such falsities,
So in their eyes, happy I'll be,
Until I say, "Goodbye."
Sad, that your friends don't really know you. If they stopped to listen, they would hear you crying out for them.
So many are to pre-occupied with their own little worlds to pay attention to what is truly important.
People like that, I would just start calling them aquaintances. -
Very interesting.
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Im crying after reading that<3 great job on the writing...
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wow thats incredible and exactly how i feel you like took the words right out of my head......its fantastic
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wow..
wow.. that was very deep. sad, and in parts i can relate.. just ran across your poem and had to voice my opinion.....very well done.
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Thanks, its just my kind of poetry, real life always strikes me more than fantasy.
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