You ask me why I've ignored you this week,
why I turn my head away when you approach.
The smiles are all fake,
I know, I've been there before.
I'm sorry, but I can't face you today.
Can't face the facts,
the sorry stories and the bloody albis.
The nightmares are getting worse,
broken bones and broken hearts
can't hold a candle to what I see
with my eyelids closed.
Feeling doesn't come naturally.
I'm a freak, I know.
These cuts don't mean anything
They never did, never will.
I feel like a little kid again.
All you want to do is play doctor
and put a bandaid over me.
Author notes
I used to love you so much, I was the freak and you the cheerleader. You took to me though, didn't you? You thought I was fascinating, that I was amusing.
Yesterday, I realized you just want to fix me.
I can't be fixed Nancy. I just can't.
A contest entry
- You Don't Know Me... by artisticxpoetry.
900 points, ended May 31, 2008, 10 entries
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Comments
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awwww...I really love this! Thank you so much for entering and good luck in the contest
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This is really sad and so true. The last few lines speak volumes. All too often people think that if they just get you to stop crying then everything is okay. good write.
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