I've been babied by my mother,
Psychologically abused like no other,
Everyone labels me, it hurts everyday,
Even the people who made me...I guess that's okay,
I cut out the pain and hurt inside,
A new line everyday, I'm par for the ride,
You think that I'm dying, I'm staying alive,
Six feet under, I'm taking the dive,
The ground is hard and black inside,
I think I'm okay, you know that I lied,
Sometimes I fall flat on my face,
And pretend that I'm in a better place,
I've seen more sh*t than you ever will,
You ignore what I say, and you just stand still.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Meridian (184.108.40.206) -- Thursday, April 14 2005, 07:18 pm|
I am in love with your poem! I see this category is under thoughts. Think some more then. LOL! You work is fascinating and an attention-grabber!
|=-ladybluE-= (220.127.116.11) -- Sunday, October 8 2006, 09:38 pm|
Gosh! It was so spectacular Poem... Nice job... Awesome!
|barb (18.104.22.168) -- Sunday, October 8 2006, 11:46 pm|
This is a good way of letting others know what they do is wrong. Very good read.
|lil soldier (22.214.171.124) -- Sunday, November 22 2009, 10:22 am|
This poem is really good and awesome
|jh (126.96.36.199) -- Friday, May 14 2010, 12:14 am|
i think your poem is good, and i feel the same as you feel.
|lol (188.8.131.52) -- Saturday, June 26 2010, 10:57 pm|
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