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A father-- who beat his kid sensless A son-- who raped his little sister A mother-- who's on too many drugs to see this A little girl-- Who wants nothing but a real family in this world.
There is no I in me because I am no longer myself There is no “we” in team because I am no longer here I simply stand on the corner ,watching the world go by I sit here and wonder how I will die
i feel like im being murdered but im not i feel like im being stabbed but only once i feel like im bout to crash but i dont under stand help me save me i feel stuck in a cave but i must be brave but how will i be brave in this creepy cave
Let me go hide in a forest of birches And watch me drown as heaviness seeps Under my skin See me drench myself with fake stories With courage letters in them And watch me stand up tall
Alone I sit in the dark, Cold, broken, torn apart. Shackled to a wall of fears, Tied down by my own tears. My voice stuck deep in my throat, I reach to grasps the words that choke,
Think before you speak, We've all heard it before. The wonderful advice we often ignore. Unaware that words are as sharp as swords, Cutting into our flesh, the demons we bore. I stand at their mercy,
searchng for closure searching for a sign put wanted posters on billboards hoping it would catch someone's eye "watchya looking for, lady" someone replied yelling over my screams
Hours, minutes, seconds of my time. Tic; Mathmatics
A Life Never Lived I hear them quarrel About my life So cold and immorel Words like a knife The truth is ungloved
Would you do it? Kill a friend? If you killed a child, Would it end? An elderly man Wheelchair bound, Would you knock him To the ground? What of a dog Battered and beaten?
So, I'm perched atop my study stool, removed from social interactions. I've become a slave to post-secondary school. I derive equations, not satisfactions. I've been solving for x longer than I can recall,
I am living in a mirror, I can never measure up. I am stuck inside this world of reflection, I can only see myself. The outside world is very dim, just only a faded picture.
I saw the surface above me, Shimmering, bright. The sunlight pouring in, Golden rays through the waves. Sinking, Farther down, No matter how hard I kick. Thrashing in the water,
Knots Twisted up inside me. I'm dying just to breathe, to cry. But I can't. Not here. I want to just give up. What if this feeling lasts,
Little girls are barbie's, little girls are sweet, little girls are perfect,and taught to be neat. Taught to be skinny, and pretty, and fair. Taught to have beautiful, long locks of hair.
Mirrors are everywhere. Everywhere a different face looks out at me. Which one is mine? I have become so absorbed into trying to be the person everyone wants, I lost faith in myself. I lost myself.
Mirror, Mirror, on the wall. Make me pretty, thin, and tall. Who is fairest of us all? When will Beauty finally fall? Paint my face and Dye my hair, Then will someone truly care?
Happy is all she ever wanted to be. She finds it hard to be happy with everything going on School, peers, keeping up with family and friends, not to mention all the struggles at home.