The way he looks at me
Those cold, hard eyes glaring
I know how much he wants it
I know, but I can't seem to stop pretending
I just want to be a good little girl
Though I'm lying to myself
Pretending I don't see
Pretending...
The story of my life
There's no doubt the hate is there
His cold eyes piercing me
Piercing my soul
I wish...
Oh how much I wish
Though of course these wishes never come true
The reality sinks in
I know I can't always pretend
Someday someone will see through
Though as for now, I will continue to pretend
His cold, eyes...
I see them everywhere
In everything I do
Those eyes stare back at me
There is no emotion in those eyes
Just pure hatred
I wish it all away
Though still those eyes are staring at me
I try hard to forget
Though I remember them so vividly
Every little detail
How could I forget...the hatred locked inside
Those cold, eyes staring at me
Crushing every piece of my soul
The way you look at me
Makes my whole body shake
Those eyes are so emotionless it makes me sick
I wonder how anyone could be so full of hate
I wonder how you can live with yourself
The pain is all over
I can feel it deep in my veins
Those cold, sinister eyes are everywhere
I can't get them out of my mind
The pain is too hard to bear
Oh, please won't you stop the torture
The torture you are causing me
All the pain you are putting me through
Having to make these decisions
Turning the facts over in my head
Knowing full well what I'm up against
Your eyes show no mercy
You don't care
I know this and it's too much
You wouldn't give it a second thought
You are a cold, heartless person
No matter how hard I try, I can't dissuade this feeling
Won't you set me free
Set me free from this torture
A contest entry
- give me your pain. by aanika.
525 points, ended July 2, 2008, 13 entries
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Comments
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"His cold hard eyes" i loved that line even though it was repeated i loved the poem i felt the emotion in it but on a bad note punctuation is a key factor put in a lil more comma's and you got it. but with or without them it's beautiful.


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bad things first:
i'd prefer some punctuation
and less repetition please.
however,
this is honest, raw, emotion.
i am extremely sorry about whatever happened to spur this poem,
but i am amazed by the emotion behind it. -
Very raw emotions here and I don't know what they done to you, but they done something horrible to make you feel this way and for the imprint of their gaze to last so long, I can relate to that to a certain extent myself.
I like the way you mention the eyes all the way through, as the eyes are the key to someones soul and if their empty, their conscience probably is as well.



