Behind my eyes, do you recognize
anything unusual?
Fix my gaze away from yours
so you won't see that I'm hiding from you.
Under my clothes, dark grey lines
betray my every secret...
That my pain is too much for me,
that my heart hurts so bad
I need scars to remind me I'm wounded.
Drink it up, I know you will
that you are so much stronger
At school I cuss and spit at jocks
so they will all know I'm not weak.
Avoid your probing questions, Mister...
I know you want me to condemn myself.
I won't allow you to expose me:
That I'm on the edge and insecure.
How will you punish me
when you have the proof?
Lock me away and swallow the key,
my eyes staring wistfully at your stomach.
Don't tell my father I'm like this,
that I don't believe in God
and that during silent prayers
I'm singing songs in my head.
Don't tell him that when I pray for him,
I'm really just dozing off.
And that when I study the Bible,
I'm only laughing at it's absurdity.
I'm hiding from your judgement:
I can't stand what you think of me.
Because your thoughts are the only thing
I can never be sure of.
A contest entry
- superficial onions by notorious.
912 points, ended January 11, 12 entries
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this is reads as a writing experimental procedure i used to do- in which i would sit down & write just without thinking or stopping
although completely covered in lines which seemed to dilute the powerful and interesting ones
this was good in portraying your thoughts & ideas. -
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a very interesting read. i vibe with you on the judgement. you hit the nail on the head with the line, 'avoid your probing questions, Mister, i know you want me to condemn myself.' very good. keep it up. hope you win the contest!
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Thankyou very much.
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