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The Garden
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The Garden |
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madelyn Member
since 2009-09-03
Posts 172Purgatory |
I walk into the garden The trees are glaring at me They don’t like who I am The flowers turn their heads To hide the shame they feel The grass wilts under my feet Rather die than be associated with me The bumble bees go quiet They’re scared to make a sound I try not to care I sit on the dead grass My shoulders heavy from the tree’s glare My eyes drift past the flowers Who still are looking down in shame My eyes land on a single shrub Who is staring into my eyes This is the thing that scares me the most This is the thing that wants my head This is the thing that feels no shame Or anger It only wants revenge for the pain I have made the garden feel This garden of adolescence Sadness, like happiness, has its own majestic beauty and must be embraced as a valid emotion, not pushed down as an abnormality. |
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rachel_anubis Junior Member
since 2011-03-24
Posts 43 |
I really enjoed this one. I like the idea of the garden of adolescence. |
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