opinions please...
A Face in my Past
I was thinking
About us
The other day,
About how
You would smile,
I would laugh,
About how
We made a team,
We were friends.
Now you glare,
I ignore you
And your eyes
So full of hate
And cruelty
Because you’ve changed
In too many ways
To count,
In too many places
To say.
Your voice,
Your hair,
Your clothes,
Your passions,
You.
Yes,
I’ve changed too,
In some ways
Like you,
In others
Unknown to
Any.
We crawl in
Circles,
Going nowhere
And getting there.
We chase each other,
Only to insult,
Only to hurt.
Your resentment
Is no secret,
Your dislike
Is quite apparent.
I have hidden my
Tears,
Not knowing whether
You have cried,
Or watched me grow
As I watched you
Wondering
What went wrong?
How did I offend?
Do you have answers?
Or is it all in your head?
I mean,
Do you really feel that
Boys know
What you think I want?
Do I really stick out
My “skinny leg”
And shake my hips
In that suggestive
Manner?
No!
I do not!
You
Are the only one
Who cannot see
Me.
I am not a
Bee
That visits every
Flower it can,
And neither are you.
But I can’t believe
You’d think
That.
You were my dancing
Butterfly,
My mysterious
Magician,
My loving
Backbone.
Was none of it real?
I don’t know,
But no
You have your friends
And I have mine.
We’re even,
It’s done.
Right?
But
You keep hating
Me,
Whoever you think
That is.
The thing is,
I am not who you
Think I am,
I will never be who you
Think I am,
N one will ever see me as
The person you see
When you look at
Me.
You,
You are a face in my past,
Slowly fading,
Slowly disappearing,
Going…
Going…
Gone.
And now I say,
In my shrill and whining voice,
Get out of my
Life
And come back down to earth.
Realize
That you are
No better than the rest of us.
“we” does not exist.
You are you,
And I am me.
~Lisa Petrakis
I want opinions please. In case you don't know the whole story, Mikahl B-K wrote a nasty poem portraying me as a slut and I wrote this back to tell her to get a life and leave me alone. Now please, tell me what you think.
I was thinking
About us
The other day,
About how
You would smile,
I would laugh,
About how
We made a team,
We were friends.
Now you glare,
I ignore you
And your eyes
So full of hate
And cruelty
Because you’ve changed
In too many ways
To count,
In too many places
To say.
Your voice,
Your hair,
Your clothes,
Your passions,
You.
Yes,
I’ve changed too,
In some ways
Like you,
In others
Unknown to
Any.
We crawl in
Circles,
Going nowhere
And getting there.
We chase each other,
Only to insult,
Only to hurt.
Your resentment
Is no secret,
Your dislike
Is quite apparent.
I have hidden my
Tears,
Not knowing whether
You have cried,
Or watched me grow
As I watched you
Wondering
What went wrong?
How did I offend?
Do you have answers?
Or is it all in your head?
I mean,
Do you really feel that
Boys know
What you think I want?
Do I really stick out
My “skinny leg”
And shake my hips
In that suggestive
Manner?
No!
I do not!
You
Are the only one
Who cannot see
Me.
I am not a
Bee
That visits every
Flower it can,
And neither are you.
But I can’t believe
You’d think
That.
You were my dancing
Butterfly,
My mysterious
Magician,
My loving
Backbone.
Was none of it real?
I don’t know,
But no
You have your friends
And I have mine.
We’re even,
It’s done.
Right?
But
You keep hating
Me,
Whoever you think
That is.
The thing is,
I am not who you
Think I am,
I will never be who you
Think I am,
N one will ever see me as
The person you see
When you look at
Me.
You,
You are a face in my past,
Slowly fading,
Slowly disappearing,
Going…
Going…
Gone.
And now I say,
In my shrill and whining voice,
Get out of my
Life
And come back down to earth.
Realize
That you are
No better than the rest of us.
“we” does not exist.
You are you,
And I am me.
~Lisa Petrakis
I want opinions please. In case you don't know the whole story, Mikahl B-K wrote a nasty poem portraying me as a slut and I wrote this back to tell her to get a life and leave me alone. Now please, tell me what you think.