Sitting on the bench by the bus stop, I sit,
staring at the people frozen within
themselves,
their problems,
their schedules...
and I wonder if they feel what I do.
If they know what it's like to walk
in and out of the pouring rain.
To stuff old pictures of the only times
you ever really smiled, into the empty
hole where your heart used to be.
To wonder if they know that the only feeling
you're not faking anymore is sadness,
and that those smiles they love to see,
are just the acts you put on
so they don't feel like you do.
Because nobody should feel this way.
But I do.
I cry silently,
I scream in whispers,
I fade into the background,
just for your happiness.
Your welcome.
Author notes
Option 4: Emotional
A contest entry
- everyone loves an options contest :] by etoile.
300 points, ended September 9, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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forgot clappies!
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If they know what its like to walk
in and out of the pouring rain.
To stuff old pictures of the only times
you ever really smiled, into the empty
hole where your heart used to be.
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loved that part.
but its should be it's
thanks for the emotional write and goodluck in the contest
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OMG
Were you reading my mind?!!Excellent way to say it! I feel it! I feel it! Awesome write!!! Thanks for putting it into words. Totally a winner!
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