You see me as silly,
uncaring, so blase.
You tell me I am blunt,
obnoxious, trouble.
You laugh and say I'm funny,
the outgoing, party girl.
You commend me for stregnth,
independence and courage.
You envy me and say I'm smart,
creative, and sharp witted.
But honestly I am not.
I'm the quiet girl you do not know.
I am hiding, shy from your fierce words.
I am the scared child,
seeking solace in my bed.
My mind is turbulent, and
in it all my weakness is shown.
I second guess my every action,
over-analyzing, critiquing.
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Early morning, time to rise,
though I've had no sleep.
Off to work, my bitching boss
causing stress beyond belief.
Sitting, typing, my head is pounding,
a vile salad, my only high point.
Let me sleep, send me home,
I've lost my focus, leave me alone
A contest entry
- Boxes & paperclips by broken-colours.
600 points, ended February 14, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I love the way you describe yourself.
and I loved these two.
ty for your comment on my kassandra. that poem gets the same reaction over and over again and I thank them all. cause it took years for me to write it and it took a lot of going back and forth to post it. I cant believe all the similarities ty again for your comment.
::huggs&kisses::
LB
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