To be momma’s little girl was always a fantasy. Till one day a realization hit. It will stay a fantasy. Crushed by words of hurt, no ideals and no faith in me. Unwillingness to accept me for who I am. The words of narrow-mindedness spewing from her mouth like falling waster. Cutting into my heart like a hot knife through butter. But I will take that butter and spread it on my bread. I just keep on with my life and be me.
A contest entry
- Deepest Secrets REAVELED! by Sick Sunshine.
1000 points, ended October 28, 2008, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
I am open to every comment
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Society rejects so many for being who they are, but it's sadder when it happens from those you are closer to. At least you seem to be staying strong; be who you are, not who they want you to be
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forgiveness is a gift you give yourself.
"Crushed by words of hurt, no ideals and no faith in me. Unwillingness to accept me for who I am."
Action have more effect of hurting than words.. So don't let it get you down. Find within YOUR own heart what you feel is real. Keep your eyes open, stop staring into your past for it WILL blind the future. Except yourself. you are beautiful.
Great poem, I see how pain has effected your writing.
Maybe even the life around you. Don't punish others for but what you feel. good luck in the contest.
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