My soul is screaming, my heart's on fire.
I feel trapped, angry and lost.
I try to tell people, but I can't find the words.
I'm listened to, used, then tossed.
I sit alone in a room and dream.
I pray for a feeling, a change.
Anything will do, it'll be better than this.
It's me. Empty, a deserted range.
I want to scream, to cry to yell,
But still, no one will hear.
They don't know how I feel and neither do I.
And that is what I fear.
I'm alone in my head, but I wish I weren't.
I can't just ignore this pain.
I'm angry and sad, I need a hug.
I don't want to feel this again.
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Written October 26th, 2004
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I love reading poetry more then stories and that is why i have singled out your poem to comment on, and I'm very glad that I have. This is great
Themeter is great and I think there was only one line which it was off but that added to the effect. The words that you chose we great, particularly the last two stanzas. I especially adore the lines in which you say that noone knows what you think yet neither do you. I never thought about it this way....
the flow was great and overall it was a good read
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great
i really love this!! i love the second group of words..its awesuM!! great job! -
wowowowow...i loved this ...you spoke right from your heart and as if from mine as well..thank you for sharing
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