I’m pretending like everything’s okay
My world is crashing down around me
Nothing seems to be going right
Though I’m pretending nothing’s wrong
I can’t put the pieces back together
Everyone has turned against me
I’m here alone
Crying out for help
Waiting for someone to realize everything’s not okay
No one seems to notice the pain, the tears
They are in their own little words
They talk with no regard to my feelings
I can’t do anything, but sit here alone
Sit here crying and wishing someone cared
I wish someone would realize this is a pretense
I go on pretending not to care
Pretending it doesn’t matter
When really it’s hurting me deep inside
It’s hurting me right down to the core
Everyone seems to only worry about themselves
Without a second thought to anyone else
Without thinking about their words, their actions
Not caring that what they are doing, saying
May be hurting someone
A contest entry
- The Beauty In Pain! by bangbaby.
300 points, ended June 18, 2008, 91 entries
Gold trophy winner
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Comments
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well my dear first off thanks for entering such an amazing poem.
it will so be in the finalist.
the emtion and pain you put into this was simply amazing! i hope you do not feel this all to be true, if you ever need anything or just want to chat feel free to message me! -
I loved the personification and how the "tears were in their own little words". I found this piece descriptive and emotional. It is sad that these are your emotions though. Truly, if you need to talk, I'm always here. Usually, people don't care when we cry out for help because they're too busy caring about themselves. What matters is that it is all going to be alright if you persevere through it all. One of the main stressors is high school. Once you get into college, things should be a hundred times easier for you.
Best wishes, Ari
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Bravo, Well written. I know this pain all to well. It's not a pain any should feel. It makes one feel alone even when they're in pleasant company, it makes them feel unwanted, unwelcomed, and unnoticed. I'd go on, But I don't feel like it. Like I said, It's a pain that no-one should feel. Here's my applause for a well written poem.
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.......................not that you'll let me help you
so i gave up. im still here for you. but it obviously aint worth anything.
and i am sorry for laughin. i didnt mean it.
not much i can do to make up for it either
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