Teen Poetry #5 |
is it too much that i want to know? |
sleepymoongirl Member
since 2001-04-19
Posts 157bc canada |
fear tries to over take me tell me lies to make me hate myself i hope that battle isn't won am i really important? do i serve any purpose in life? what does tomorrow bring really? new hope? new disapointments? waking up to see grey skys where are the rainbows? they seem so rare these days after the end of a storm is a rainbow i'm inbetween rain and sun just grey skys standing feeling so helpless what am i to do how am i to chase these skys that haunt me? tell me now i hate just standing and waiting being told my day will come i want my day before me now if it was would i mess it up? am i the bearer of my own bad fate? how does one lose themselves? am i the cause of my own unhappiness? what if i'm stuck living like this forever? what if i reach the end and this is it? is there any hope or do i look for hope in vain? i feel all cut up inside i wipe away the tears to face the world another day what will it bring? a sky clouded over? to only hope for tomorrow? is this the rest of my life? it has been for quite sometime i'm ready for change i have been for sometime questions answered with more questions people questioning who i am do they even know who they are? am i just an easy target? someone they see of whom to draw blood from? why is it my blood the seek? i don't know why it seems to easy to hate me what did i ever do wrong? am i just that unlikable? so easily forgotten someone you can't care for will it always be this way is it too much that i want to know? as u go in life there will be ur hardships it is up to u if it makes u or breaks u. |
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Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-07
Posts 7665Twilight Zone |
try to ask and answer each question one at a time Happiness is what we percieve it to be Hope you find it thanks for the read là où est mon amour? |
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Dark Enchantress Senior Member
since 1999-07-27
Posts 1258meet Morgana |
I think the answers are more likely to come to you when you stop hunting them down so desperately. Sometimes you just have to let it fly. You know what I mean? The poem was very honest, which I always apprciate. Good work. "if you know me so well then tell me which hand do I use?" Tori Amos |
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