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You're Not AloneYou're trying so hard,
To put up a fight.
You've been fighting this battle,
For so, so long.

You think there's nowhere to go,
You don't know what to do.
You're feeling completely alone,
That is where you are wrong.

You are not alone.
You are never alone.
There will always be someone there,
To help you out.

Life is full of hardships,
Everyone has them.
And everyone has someone,
That they can count on.

You don't have to fight,
This battle on your own.
I am here to help,
Whenever you need me.

Together, we'll brave this storm,
And get through this situation.
You are not alone,
Don't ever forget that.

Words Can HurtWords leave scars,
That are just as bad,
As physical ones.

The scars run deep,
With the memories you caused,
And the pain you created.

A human spirit,
Is not a toy,
For you to play with.

It is fragile,
And can break easily,
So be careful of what you say.

You never know,
What one thing you say,
Can do to someone.

Repeated HistoryI'm afraid,
That what has happened before,
Is happening again.

History is repeating itself,
And I cannot go,
Down that dark road again.

I can't handle it happening again,
It nearly tore,
My family apart.

All the tears that were shed,
I can't have that again,
I don't want to.

The lies you told,
And the problems that you've caused,
Have messed me up for good.

It's Never EasyIt's never easy,
To not let someone's words,
Affect how you feel.

It takes courage and strength,
To ignore their hate,
And continue to be yourself.

You have to stay strong,
And defend yourself,
When hatred comes your way.

Anyone can do it,
But it takes practice,
However, it is possible.

Don't doubt yourself,
You can be strong,
If you just try.

That BoyThere's that boy...
The one you makes you blush,
And catches your eye,
As he walks down the hall.

There's that boy...
The one you dream of,
Every single night,
As you drift off to sleep.

There's that boy...
The one you want,
Right by your side,
Every single time.

There's that boy...
With the big, gentle eyes,
And a smile that kills,
You can't help but fall.

There's that boy...
With his romantic tactics,
Ans swooning ways,
Any girl would love him.

There's that boy...
He broke your heart,
But you still love him,
With all of the shattered pieces.

Who I Used To BeI used to be broken.
I used to be wounded.
I used to be hurting.
I used to be crying.

I wanted something,
That would help me heal the wounds.
Make the scars fade,
And teach me to be stronger.

When I discovered the music,
The lyrics changed me.
I've been healed,
Nothing's ever done it so quickly.

I used to be shy.
I used to be desperate.
I used to be hurt.
I used to be vulnerable.

Now I am stronger.
I am ready to fight.
I am stitching these wounds.
I am setting the world on fire.

This is who I used to be,
And this is who I am now.

Your Cruel WordsYour words still haunt me to this day,
They will never go away.
In my mind they forever stay,
They won't ever be at bay.

You thought it was just so great,
All you did was sit and wait.
They had already sent out the bait,
Didn't want it to be late.

I burst open like a dam,
Your words hit me with a bam.
It was a hard hitting ram,
Left me stuck in a jam.

The tears ran down my face,
Memories are the only trace.
Now we're suck in the same space,
Hope is shattered like a vase.

How Could You?by Fall Poisonous

You were one of the people,
That I should've trusted,
To never do that to me.
You hurt me,
Bashed my self esteem,
And broke my spirit.

I was someone,
You were supposed to care about.

Where did the love go?
Was there any to start?
How could you hurt me,
The way that you did?
How does it feel to know,
That I cry myself to sleep at night,
Thinking about you?

I remember,
When I was young,
You cared about me.
When I could think for myself,
You shunned my personality,
And ridiculed my everything.

What changed,
As the years went by?

Where did the love go?
Was there any to start?
How could you hurt me,
The

I'm AfraidI'm afraid,
To lose everything I have,
And everyone that is important to me.

I'm afraid,
That people will get sick of my emotional nature,
And my inability to take a joke.

I'm afraid,
That those I care about most,
Will turn on me one day.

I'm afraid,
Of losing my friends,
Because they can't handle me.

I'm afraid,
That they'll think I'm too odd,
Or strange to hang out with.

I'm afraid,
To loose the trust,
Of those that I put all my trust in.

I'm afraid,
To be betrayed by the ones,
That mean the most to me.

Listen To MeI'm sick of hearing,
All of your constant put downs,
And negative words.

You're telling me,
That there's something wrong with me,
When there's nothing wrong at all.

I try to tell you things,
But they just go in one ear,
And out the other.

None of it sticks,
So when I want to talk to you now,
I don't even bother.

Can you at least try,
To understand what I'm saying,
And where I'm coming from?

I want this to work out,
But you refuse to agree,
You're just like the kids at school.

LowlifeYou're a lowlife,
If you've got nothing better to do,
Than pick on me.

You must be miserable,
With the things you say,
And the pain you cause.

You must be pretty stupid,
If breaking people's spirits,
Is entertaining to you.

It must be a lot of fun for you,
Considering that you never seem,
To want to stop.

Correct me if I'm wrong,
But I doubt that I am,
Since I know this from experience.

I'm Important TooYou make me feel like,
No one knows I'm there,
Or cares about me.

When we're in a group,
Everyone pays attention to you,
Where am I in this?

I feel like the little kid,
Curled up in the corner,
With nothing to say.

You're more social than me,
And everyone likes you,
I'm not that type.

The things you do,
Make me feel like,
My life is boring.

I'm important too,
You can't always have the spotlight,
So stop stealing it.

Back AgainYou bright me down with your words,
And tried to convince me,
That I was nothing.
Your ridiculing words brought me to tears,
In the middle of school,
And I'm sick of doing that.
I'm sick of not being able,
To fight for myself.

This girl is back,
And now she's ready,
To fight the battle.

The girl who used to be severely hurt,
By your bitter words,
Is gone now.
But now she's back,
And she's stronger,
Than she's ever been before.

Tears running down my face,
As people walk by,
Wondering what's wrong with me.
Your words are like poison,
Coarsing through my body,
Aiming to do damage.

This girl is back,
And now she's ready,

How Colorful Am I?I'm pretty sure I have rainbow blood.
My tears are rainbow and sparkly.
My eyes aren't really blue, but rainbow.
My nails are always painted with bright colors.
My clothes always brighten up a room.
And I wouldn't mind,
If people started calling me Rainbow.

There Will BeThere will be people that you admire.
There will be people that admire you.

There will be people that love you.
There will be people that you love.

There will be people that you outshine.
There will be people that outshine you.

There will be people that you inspire.
There will be people that inspire you.

No one is better,
Than anyone else.

Everyone is equal,
So there's no need to worry.

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the best husband.
He probably made you
coffee in the morning
with just enough cream
to turn it sweet
and three
lumps
of
sugar.

He probably had one of those
bright smiles
that could make the street lamps
and even the sun
sparkle with jealousy.
He probably took your little
black toy poodle
for walks on rainy days
for fear that the chill
would make you ill.

I'm sure his HEARTBEAT
was the lullaby that rocked you
to sleep at night
when nothing else could. I'm sure
he held you closer than
your skin and clothes allowed
and let you breathe in
his intoxicating aroma.

Every night you were together
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th

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Force FedSpoon-fed lies
like an infant
with a majority of its
teeth missing and
the ignorance and innocence to match.

I'm done with it. I want
to be able to write poems
about things other
than lies
and regret. I want to write
about romance and happiness
like I used to be able to.

The poems are masked
by lies. They are there,
can you feel them? They claw
at you like the innocent under
quicksand searching
for their last breath.

But honestly, why would
ANYONE
bother to tell
ME
the whole damn truth?

She's tough,
she's strong,
she's got herself together.

Lies lies
lies lies
lies.

Spoon-fed lies
out of tiny glass jars
with a cheap grocery store weapon

Are They?Are they good enough?
How about now?
Any better?
No?

How about now?
Still not enough?
What more will it take?
Want me to change them some more?

What do I do?
What do I say?
It's still not enough?
Poetic enough for you?

Talking With The MonstersHe tells me I'm crazy
and says it's all a lie.

This is different from when
I said I could fly.

I know that they're there,
they're always watching me.

I can hear their voices,
but not a thing I see.

They tell me their stories
and all about their lives.

They don't go away,
no matter how hard I try.

One day, they'll all see
that they're the ones
who are crazy.

Tug, BloodPull harder,
tug.
The strings
come looser.

Harder now,
breaking.
Strand by strand
with blood.

Reaching farther,
grip.
Stretching and shredding
to the end.

Squeezing life
out.
The only way
to stay alive.

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What You Told Me

by ~WRITERandPOET, Aug 20, 2011, 8:40:27 AM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Urban & Spoken Word

You told me,
I would never amount to anything
Just take a look,
At where I am now.

I'm a famous writer,
Traveling the world.
I've clearly proved you wrong,
With my wonderful abilities.

You ridiculed my looks,
And my friends for hanging out with me.
Mocked my every feature,
That has gotten you nowhere.

Being mean to people,
Will eventually come back to haunt you.
It's not so funny,
When you're at the target end.

I'm at the top of the ladder,
And look at you.
You're off somewhere,
Living a life of hate.

What You Told Meby ~WRITERandPOET

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Urban & Spoken Word

This poem popped into my head one day when I was thinking about telling someone "Look at me now"

This is more of a poem that describes the future...I'll be a famous writer, and the people who said I would never be anything will be proved wrong. I can't wait for that day

I hope y'all enjoy this

Poem (c) Me-

~UchihaKiza Aug 21, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

you will definetly be a famous writer in the very NEAR future!

~WRITERandPOET Aug 22, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Aww, thank you

~UchihaKiza Aug 22, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

you iz welcome!

~BFMVIDRAWWHENASSED Aug 21, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Brilliant

~WRITERandPOET Aug 21, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you

~BFMVIDRAWWHENASSED Aug 21, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

~AgentBabycakes Aug 20, 2011

This is my future, totally. It's like the Taylor Swift song, Mean. "Someday I'll be living in a big old city and all you're ever gonna be is mean." I'm not gonna say I'm an outcast, but there are some people, three girls in particular, who have been pretty awful to me. Well, I hope when their teenage girls* are reading my books, they remember how they treated me.

*Well, two of them. One of them I pray never has children because if she does, well... she reminds me of Casey Anthony. Enough said.

~WRITERandPOET Aug 20, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

I'm sorry about those girl. And I'll take your word about that one that you never want to have children.

~AgentBabycakes Aug 20, 2011

The very thought gives me shivers.

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