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This poem is really gay, lame, & depressing. But, bless Erica's heart for being my muse, I finally got the writing energy to finish this poem that had been rotting in the back of my computer for a couple months.
I call it.. Battling Tears.. Hah. SO GAY SO GAY.
And the tears won't stop streaming down my cheeks.
Its been like this for so many weeks.
Then I go to the mirror to stare at my reflection
But with me it's not just looking, it's more like disection
These liquid screams are starting to to flood my face
There's too much pain for me to erase
Yelling and fighting make me wish I weren't born
Hurtful words and faces full of scorn
Its hard to breathe or open my eyes
Does anyone hear my pathetic cries?
No reason to live, or to die
So Im stuck with myself and Im starting to cry
I go outside to take a walk, to get away from here
It seems the trees stare at night, there's too much that I fear
Noises echo everywhere, I wish my mind was right
Why can't I just be normal, and enjoy this "lovely" night
I sit down and the pavement is hard and dry
But, I'm stuck with myself, and I'm starting to cry
Plastic smiles aren't hard to find, and they're easy to apply
But I want a smile that can't be faked, he kind that money can't buy
There's so much I want to tell someone--I just need to get it out soon
but my words just melt before they're out, They turn to steam and then rise to the moon
I'm still sitting, the pavement's still hard, but no longer is it dry
Sobbing, pathetic, and losing, the battle against a cry
AND ITS TOO LONG TO USE FOR THE POETRY CONTEST I HAVE TO ENTER FOR DEMERS, and I feel like if I shorten it, and important part will be missing. GERRRRRR.