Another one of my original poems!
Okay, this is a poem that I wrote about myself during geometry class last year. We had a few days off in there when I was going through a really tough time, and I started writing this poem, and it's really truthful, and open about how I feel about myself. I think some people who are really close to me may see some of this in me... and maybe it will reach out to someone who may feel the same way... but I'm gonna shut up now, and here it goes...
That Girl-
There’s a special someone,
I don’t wish to see.
The person that I know,
is really the true me.
A person who’s afraid of being
hurt by so called friends.
A person who will always end up,
somehow getting hurt in the end.
The pain doesn’t show,
because she keeps pressing on.
Always hoping, always praying that somehow,
someone will help her move on.
This person isn’t depressed,
nor is she willing to make her feelings known.
People only make her feel,
worthless, vulnerable, and alone.
Few people are trusted,
many are not.
For people have rallied against her,
and held her to this cruel, dark plot.
She trusts too easily,
and gets hurt all the same.
People who have her heart,
seem to think that it’s a game.
No one has yet figured her out,
and no one ever will.
Even she hasn’t figured herself out yet,
but looks for herself still.
But if people she trust,
chip at her wall.
Slowly...
slowly it will start to fall.
They will see a side of her,
that many will never see.
Because if I always let on,
how insecure I really am.
I JUST WOULDN’T BE ME...
Please let me know what you think... I would really appreciate some feed back!
That Girl-
There’s a special someone,
I don’t wish to see.
The person that I know,
is really the true me.
A person who’s afraid of being
hurt by so called friends.
A person who will always end up,
somehow getting hurt in the end.
The pain doesn’t show,
because she keeps pressing on.
Always hoping, always praying that somehow,
someone will help her move on.
This person isn’t depressed,
nor is she willing to make her feelings known.
People only make her feel,
worthless, vulnerable, and alone.
Few people are trusted,
many are not.
For people have rallied against her,
and held her to this cruel, dark plot.
She trusts too easily,
and gets hurt all the same.
People who have her heart,
seem to think that it’s a game.
No one has yet figured her out,
and no one ever will.
Even she hasn’t figured herself out yet,
but looks for herself still.
But if people she trust,
chip at her wall.
Slowly...
slowly it will start to fall.
They will see a side of her,
that many will never see.
Because if I always let on,
how insecure I really am.
I JUST WOULDN’T BE ME...
Please let me know what you think... I would really appreciate some feed back!