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The scariest part of being alone is liking your empty home. It’s a double edged blade made of security and pain, it’s depressions bed at three am, it’s saying “i’m okay with this.”
Aphrodite, Your Instagram wifey Model by day, Uploading constantly Beautiful as can be She uses Huda Beauty
Skin, smooth and tan, a glow That the sun envy’s and the skies adore A look so divine that I’ll never know Curly hair delicately intertwined
As far as I remember, I’ve always been shy. I never could directly look people in the eye. “What am I so afraid of?” I sit and wonder. Maybe it’s because my self esteem is so far under.
Every winter I pull down my sleeves Portraying the mask of my scars' identities What once the pain summer brought, My heart was filled with nought No longer afraid to show, The struggle I once woe
As a young girl I'd "see" That the little white girls around me Were what I should achieve to be Straight hair, colored eyes And skin shades lighter than mine
Would you just stop talking already? Today, I learned that stress can kill your cells. I had my suspicions.
Focus Misdirected They won’t like me they don’t care they look upon my person and see nothing as if I am not there. The fear of rejection
I once heard that My eyes hold an identity That is not entirely my own. Where are you from?
Can it be changed? mended? altered? no.Do i worry? bite? tap?yes.Feel miserable? uninterested? Still?yes. But why do I do this?But why do I waste my energy being sad, mad, uncomfortable, upset?
get out... get OUT... get out of your head... Don't be so awkward... Socialize... I stand in the corner of the room holding a cold cup. One foot forward, then back.
Do not leave your house, my loveYour face is rather petrifyingI will strive to push and shoveI'd rather you be dyingCancer came and took your eyeTook your self-esteemKidnapped your pride
I sat down to write with just one task, it was quite clear: That all I had to do tonight was write about my fear Though this may seem quite easy, it is not, I can attest
"how much is too much" i ask my mirror whilst i cake on the makeup too light for my skin they dont want me because i dont look like them i am the alien with my brown skin and
I'll be satisfied once I can see all my bones pressed against my skin. Society taught me that you're only beautiful when you're paper thin. They say that beauty is only skin deep
My manShe's a manA man, the one who puts food on the plates, Pays the bills and stillShe makes sure everyone ate she’s a man A man, to work all day and rest at home, Takes on those dutiesyet continues to assure you that you own that thrown A wo-
Rooms capture nothing Without wallpaper Coverless books Dangle bare Eroding the roots Of cotton-bound truths
How hard can it be? To get up and face the world and swim against the current while a storm begins to brew. To swim throught the swirling media bombarded by infromation at all time, he said she said,
Dear Insecurity, We've been friends for what seems like too longI'm but a child, with youTuggingPullingDragging me along
Drawing eyes is like creating my audience. My audience that so generously criticizes every one of my moves. My audience that doesn't dare to train their gaze off me.
Dear Insecurity, An incessant whisper in my ear, Constantly reminding me of everything I fear. In your unyielding cage I am kept,
Dear Cynthia, I dazed into your eyes for the first time, and became so lost. Though, never wanting to be found. Your perfections ignite a flame, too big for your insecurities to burn out.
Dear Cynthia, I dazed into your eyes for the first time, and became so lost. Though, never wanting to be found. Your perfections ignite a flame, too big for your insecurities to burn out.
Dear Kayla, I hope you figure out yourselfFinish and accomplish things so you don’t have to rely on anyone elseDon’t be insecure, holding your breath, sucking in your stomach to appear slimmerWorking out, till you pass out, because you’re wearing
Dear Height Differences, There are so many things I like about you. And things that I absolutely hate. When my doctor told me I was stuck at the height of 4'11" at the age of seventeen,
dear you things never really went wrong if you consider that we're still together I know it hurt when she found out when she kicked you out over me but you told me it would have to end
She’s just a girl you see She’s got the brains friends and a family The only thing she can’t seem to realize Is her beauty that lies inside You’ll never see her frown
You are intelligent Yet you know nothing You are full of ideas Yet you don’t know how to express them well You are full of wisdom
I go out wearing jeans and vans and worry how I look. Childhood fantasies are over. Life is not a story book. People judge me in an instant. I do care what others say.
my confidence turns to insecurity faster than lightning travels through trees
i like women’s bodies our stomachs expand with too much diet. our breasts swell with firmness and stability
How is it that I am still alive? How is it that today I am awake and maintaining hope that things will get better when I can feel myself spiraling out of control? There have been days...
Screaming and clawing,Anxiety wraps her in its shroudWhile jeering insecurity roughly grabs her face forcing her to look
Writing, the power that masters the beast That turns into something easy to caress Into a bliss of doubt Of fondness, just like love.
Why must my own reflection Show so much hate and defection? Mirror Mirror of the wall, What makes makes Snow White The fairest of them all?
Organized Ramblings A collection of various poems by Kate Emrich April 29, 2017
I use to share poems with my name attached but then I was told I should stop so my name was detached because the statement made my confidence drop. What if she was right? Was I just wasting my time
There are no monsters in the closet-- Not yet. Because the fangs of friends have yet to be sharpened School is a land of heroes and misfits
As I looked in the mirror, I began to hear Insecurity speak again Oh, Simone, why does your hair always look so frizzy and untamed? You eat like a cow so why are you so skinny?
If I spoke in lines of poetry, it would be broken Every line seperate from the rest My words would fall disconnected You would not be able to make sense of it
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me but is it really true cause words can do both break you down and make you new but people today are so corrupt using word that are so abrupt that tear you down bary you six feet into
Sometimes I find myself focusing on fabrications That are designed by the nations Of what defies the normal creation A handsome face, drawn on facade invasions Love at frist sight is a deviation
Whenever I sit down to write a poemI am overcome with the feeling that I need to be deep.I need to sound like I’m a scholar,Skipping stones between lectures,Never without a pen in hand,
All my life, my personality was in the dark stumbling around, not quite sure where I was, who I was I found a wall, followed it, found a doorway
Frail, weak, innocent You don't taste the poison in your tea You don't notice the thorns in the roses But as you begin to grow, So does your mind You see things, experience things, learn things
All my life I’ve been hiding Behind a face that’s not my own. 4.0 Perfect The face of genius Who never trips or stumbles because
I catch my 10 year old little brother staring down the weighing scale I guess you can say That’s he’s a bit... Broader Beefier Fluffier
Mirror mirror on the wallTell me I am beautifulTell me that this face I haveShould not change but stay as is.
I know now that I am not good enough for you. You want always happy and always confident, but I am rarely happy, and really confident. I found that bending to be what you want only broke me, so I'm done bending for you.
It was a myth that held me back, a stubborn kid, ready to be "mature". Forget Doctor Seuss, I wanted to go Wilde. I wanted to paint a picture, not say Trees are green,
I know it isn't cold, But perhaps my hands are. Yes they are fingerless, Which makes no sense to you. But the cold is not the reason I wear them. I wear the gloves for safety,
Oh, the lovely corner, a home and friend of mine. Oh, the lovely corner, your comfort is divine. Oh, the lovely corner,
I love my friends. They're always there for me when I need them, A fucking lie; they're useless, terribly frivolous rats, who never stop to consider--
It's difficult to walk away from sunflowers,With their adoration and life spreadSo neatly across their features.But you do. Because, that adoration isn't for you.
You're so pretty! Your face is beat! Oh my God! You're hilarious! I love compliments. Conceited much? No. I'm quite Precarious.
Something in my heart is suffocating Alive still, but slowly fading This feeling of something dying With constant pain and trying Why won't someone love? Why won't someone care?
We argue every day. We argue until walls fall down, Until the neighbors from downstairs look up at us And say the next day “Please don’t slam the door. We hear you.”
Like the Astronomer longs for the moon,I can no longer part from thine endowments,This dream infested fool must beseech thee soon, For all we share is but a few moments.Your pull, my love causes these waves crash down,their passionate cry drags me
I found myself relapsing last night. Again. Sadness came about and held my throat with both hands, and when I stopped sputtering and gasping for sweet air, self-hatred was registered in my heart
Heavy breathing Emotions seething Mirror stumbling in the darkness Chest and lungs heaving Reflections causing pain so heartless Now crying, curled up and screaming Panic
Like a flame in the wind, I've been flickering. But I promise I'll never burn out.
The mirror. This is the most common yet unknown weapon used today. Teens wake up each morning this is what they see: Themselves.
A little girl with a neatly tied bonnet eagerly gathers the strawberries. She rejoices the growing collection in her pail. Except the little girl is a young woman now.
I look into the mirror and what do I see? I see, this girl staring this girl staring back at me. She’s strong and protective, but can be shy and quiet, and also quite normal.
Everytime I ask a question you got a different story. I have no idea why I mess with dudes like you who just so daggone corny. You won't find me wasting my time tryna make you change,
SIXTH SYMPHONY Beethoven is a liar. He would have you believe that he wants you; but behind your back, he is glad to see you go. Happiness
I have these feelings trapped inside that cannot be put into words.
I want to bite my tongue off, even in silence, I somehow say the dumbest things, The world, you, are too pretty for me to ever wish, that my breath may touch you
I have a paper heart,
See a kid from high school like all the rest he just wanted to be cool. Wanted to be the best. He Smoked what they spoke, and drank what they wrote,
The whirr of electric life is electric thoughtblurred by mathematicsconfounded by chemistrydisgruntled by retrenchmentinhaling a textbook on its deathbeddisappointed by renovationstearing apart
The anxiety crept up on me, A shadow in the night, I fled on the midnight train, My heart, My soul, My mind, Chasing, Determined not to lose me, My lungs burned,
Today people are concerned with falsified images they create a fantasy world where they are king and their followers are their supposed friends. Where acts of friendship are not hugs, but rather “likes”. They reach out hoping for acceptance.
You are not a second choice,
You want to know who I am without a filter? I am the original masterpiece without a filter I am the way God made me without a filter I am who I am supposed to be without a filter
I only m
1 mississippi, 2 mississippi, 3 mississippi, 4 mississippi, 5 mississippi. I just wasted 5 seconds of my life. 6 mississippi, 7 mississippi, 8 mississippi, 9 mississippi, 10 mississippi.
I think my life ahead in more than four or five paces. I think about the end. The finish line. It all ends in tragedy. Car crashes and infedelity. I write really sad poems when I'm missing you.
the things i have seen and the things i have experienced have shaped my soul into my own unique shape that is unlike anyone else's. i may be a square, or a rectangle or hexagon,
Should I take a chance, or just fallback? I don't want to get hurt for my concern. I leave it all to God to tell me the way, but is it the right thing to do for my sake.? 01°30•15°
My voice has been undermined for so long, it's time to remi
Under my shirt is my skin Under my skin is my heart And in that deep frozen heart You can see the tears and talks About that father I always wanted there for me Underneath all that pain and sorrow
Post-camera angling, perfecting our facial expressions, we hold our breath as we click the button that supposedly captures the real you-- However in today’s society, seizes the artificial.
I squeal in the silence of my bedroom When I am excited Because I am just me I sing out loud While my headphones are on Because I am just me I listen to myself talk
Truth lies in the words we speak Truth lies in the words we hear Truth hides when lies are told
Who needs filters the constant judging of people who see
My life is a dream. Am I that image I see? I fear maybe not.
Where I’m From
Some may say, "Oh! You're name's Mahogany, that ugly reddish-brown color."
I remember the way the filters made me look, so beauiful and delicate, something looking brand new. I rermember how the tilt of the camera changed the entire view,
Don't glance at me with empty eyes, I demand that double take from fiery irises directed at laugh lines and a squinty-eyed smile.
A tempest, a hasty knock, swept away, planks and branches, drenched by a collapsing sight. There's only one window to pass through for an airplane to crash onto, for sleet, for icebergs,
It starts off small, feeling rising
I know tonight we had a fight
I am from Teddy, the brown nosed secret keeper, from the heart of my impeccable savior. I am from the impossibly high imperial castle that protected me from countless encounters with “el loco”.
Who am I ? Im a young black African American teen. The one who always gets in trouble. Always getting locked behind bars. Six feet in the ground. Or a bullet wound. Who am I ?
Every time I conjur up the smallest amount of courage and tell myself, " yes, i think i can. I can do this", something in me crushes it. It smothers that little spark of confidence and hope. Why am i so afraid?
My name is Ariel. I am me. As happy as can be? Always comparing myself to others I see.
Without warning, it erupts. Like a storm it takes us by surprise, the torrent encases the strongest of wills. We watch as our lives are torn away without want. Screaming scratching clawing
Im not like you. Im too much like me.
Tati who has wings like a blanket and asks who loves him who is wind and a rock and a shoulder who is a trailblazer and an alarm clock whose hair is like the breath of a kite,
What is money without those you love Everyone wants grip allow me to be the glove You wonder why the stars get coked up While there are people struggling to get coated up
Anxiety is crippling, Is explosive. I attempt to hide Under the guise of sleep. Yet slipping into my disguise I cannot hide- I am sought out. Anxiety cripples me, I explode.
Her morning turned worse And inside every detail would seem to radiate change Like oiled chrome paint with unexpected comfort The driver glimpsed ahead, Steering down, the expanding ride,
Jumbled nerves tangled thoughts calculation, manipulation tugging cuff take a seat breath out count to ten watch their faces blankly staring avoid the labels attained
We are a messed up generation We hurt the ones that love us the most and love the people that couldn't give two shits about us Time has warped my view as to what the word "love" really means Some of us confuse it
How can I stop? Mash the button screaming OFF A violently labled plea For a silent scream. It doesn't work; no current Thought with no life in it, Every spark feeds My desire instead.
I am a normal girl hiding behind a secret that i only trust a few with. I am a country girl that likes to get down and dirty,but i am a little shy.
Do you remember the first time we met You showed me Love that I'll never forget As time went by me and you got real close
First, the feelings of unworthiness battle for domination of mind and soul They, seemingly irrelavent, are allowed in These do not want to be known from the outside So they hide themselves behind a joyful face
My motto is-
Throughout my years, I've been broken down and I've been built up. I've loved and I've lost. I've changed others and I have changed. I've drank and I've smoked. I've cried
Looking through my perilous soul I see nothing but a toll Is this me I see in this photo Or just a way to fit in with a motto Nothing ever seems the same With filters getting all the fame
I am a pile of leaves waiting to be affected by the winds of time; Scared of what the future holds. I lay here calm and collected, my emotions trapped inside; Bursting at the seems, my sanity is wavering.
Here I am. All alone, yet somehow surrounded, by the lights, the noise, and the all the people, so slow. Is it slow?
Everyone thinks they know me but really do they
You call me selfish when I try to be selfless.
Want to hold your hand, It's right there for me to grab, I feel close to you, I'd hate to see you go, don't.
I am uniqu
I've lived in one house my entire life. The memories vibrating in the flesh of the walls.
Life is like a camera,
I swore never to cross oceans
"Are you the brother that lives freely?"
Face covered in red
Strangers that had a past. Enemies that had a bond. Two seperateminds, two seperate hearts. Trying Failing Hurting The force grows stronger But it never touches. Civil War of the heart.
I was fifteen before I realized that no one could ever love me as much as I loved me And a revelation of poetic, creative, fertile ideas were released inside of me
Laughing Smileing Shy Sad Scared Angry
Mirrors tell the truth, you see They are blunt and honest, the worst but best kind too It's hard trying to see yourself when it's impossible too. You can't count on people's words either.
Family… The definition of it: is a group of persons who came from the same ancestor Sadly though no one wants a family anymore From the generation that has now been born
love is nothing to pease war is death to us all between god an angels the war is small to us love is all peace inposible war always untll we are dmned etween devils and god we're left for dust
Who am I ? I'm the guy that loves the ccolor blue
Break away from everything. Are you aware of whom you are? Remember when you were little and you knew Exactly what you wanted in life?
Is it true what everyone say I'm shy ,quite, lonely,sad Or is it just they don't know I am way more I am a girl that Is strong that been though a lot But still bouncing back
The outside doesn't matter, Even if you are a bit fatter. What counts is what is on the inside Please, don't be shy. Shout, scream, yell it all out Show them what you are capable of.
Silently angry of an arguab
Society has changed a lot in who we are
what's the point of waking up each day when you know all you'll get is torment and life's one true love has flown away? just to see sunshine
When I first laid eyes on your goregous caramel skin, round brown eyes, and cheeky smile I nearly fainted And so did my parents I could not keep this love a secret I would not have it
What is life? Does it exist in the form of a blooming flower? Beauty and happiness dripping from its petals Does it exist in the form of a child? Ignorance and bliss keeping horrors away
Exposing yourself where no one can see, expressing yourself in secret, letting go in a safety net, blindfolding the audience,
Do you think she knows? The way she moves, Giggling-groveling-grooving She cares too much of who approves. Do you think she knows? How she makes the world turn, Living-loving-leaping,
I rarely see shooting starsPlenty of airplanes have crossed airways above me,But they just don’t do it for me.Being man-made birds make any possible wishes on them seem materialistic.
I stand here to tell you of who I really am.
You wear a mask like me. We can both see it, But neither of us have the courage to say it. You always go above and beyond for me: You sacrificed your time To relieve my pain
Living behind the curtain of the perfect girl is tough Not telling anyone what is actually going on is tough I've been through a lot in my short lifetime A few years ago my best friend called me a slut behind my back
A girl with curls one may observe, but She has feelings, you see, as strong as a nerve.
Pay no attention to me; I'm just a memory, Just a child in a woman's body, a nameless face in the proverbial sea. But beneath the face, I'm a fighter full of fire and a scorpio.
My curtain is the very essence of my soul
She looks at me like I'm crazy, cause she knows what I'm thinking.
Lost within You
I'm a laugherI'm a comedianI'm a jokester I'm a loverI'm compassionateI'm a hugger I'm a realistI'm a black womanI'm a journalist
I’m not who you think me to be; I’m not a sweet innocent girl, waiting or searching for love. I’m not a delicate little flower, waiting to bloom.
People can be nervous about anything everyday. Some may be hesitant to try a foreign dish,
Who am I? Who are you? A mirror. I am you. I am the reflection of you. The true you. Your heart. Your soul. Your inner being. Your every essence. You have an indelible presence.
This facade of mine Where I draw the line Of interactions past my kind It keeps me safe From gasps and gapes Truly, a gaurd with a shield The love within Drives me out on whims
Why do I care what others think when I know I’m amazing?
every day the kids in the the classrooms hold conversations like it's no problem.
When your emotions are bottled up, Sealed away beneath the depths of your heart And past your soul, It makes you feel saddened, No one has ever tried to search that deep To find what you really are,
She sees it in their eyes as they decide and turn their backs. Tears trace black tracks down her stony face. Sadness sits on her like a second skin. She pushes it, past vein and blood and bone. Down
What’s said is done for you I have no control over me What’s said, what’s said I have no life of mine Dreams dreamt, time passes All I’ve done is to please you No life for me but to serve you
Who am I? Am I my Own Or one to live your own? Locked inside, kept away Where is this place I try? --Try to reach out? In the distance, --Where I see a glow? Shut out, shunned from
The world is filled with upset teens Burdened with the pressure of perfection. Always striving to be lean,
She's afraid to show society what she's made of.
*Note:The format of this poem was inspired by Frank X.
I screamed but only piercing silence was heard thus I took my seemingly rightful place as the invisible nerd.
Everyone gets a pimple once in a while, I know that, and everyone has their own issues and insecurities, I know that
Sabrina Petroski 110-86-7165 Eyes open feet slide off the bed and touch the cold floor step after to she carries herself
bugs crawling under my skin tiny whispers the itch of trillions of legs uglyloserwrongawkwardwrongweird no No NO i am not ruined i am not a burning building i am not damaged goods
Its so beautiful So enthralling Life There are so many tangents So many decisions that can be made Adventures Things to see and people to meet It has become overwhelming
Notice me ticking Because I cant take every blow You so innocently throw At my ego Notice that I am struggling That I struggle To trust And open up to you.
Every morning she stood in front of the mirror and was ashamed of what she saw She hated the kinks in her hair the sea faring bridges of her nose the fullness of her crimson lips So she sought refuge in makeup
You make me love you and hate you at the same time when you act like that and it makes me think that im bipolar and I don't want to think that Think that there's something wrong with me
shame and guilt is all in my face
I once read "A butterfly cannot see the beauty of its wings," and it really got me thinking. Is there really someone out there who finds me worth seeing? Am I more than just a thorn
Masks, smoke, and mirrors all illusions
Hidden beneath me
Sitting in your mind. All alone. Your refuge from the world. But what are those? Shining brightly in the dark. The mirrors. Gazing into them you see not
Standing in front of the mirror, Just myself And I. I love the girl staring back at me from behind the glass. Strong thighs, Brown eyes, Every flaw and ounce of fat, Is me.
Welcome to a world of fun A carnival of toys and guns Nobody wins, we’re quivering The only prize is you can’t leave… All these clowns are made of masks— You become what you paint on your faces
i hide behind a mask So I could hide my tear Soo that peole can't see my emotions I make sure that no one can jude me My sexuality is what hide the most from everyone
This is my facade My mask, my security My assuracnce of no judgement I walk around, unhappy Not okay with who I really am I pretend to like guys, and only guys
I am a stranger in my own life I don't understand my friends nor do they understand me they may think they do they may think that my laugh is genuine they may think that
You may think I'm perfect without a scar imperfection or fear.
Insecurity. Doubt. Codependency. Self-hate. I have encountered the misfortune of being in an abusive relationship with each. I dated Insecurity for a few years.
Shyness plagues my fate everyday
How many times will I be told, “Smile you may look prettier”, or “You know what they say, you are what you eat” All these expectations, these standards I live with day in and day out
I stroll down the streets of my town, through the hallways of my school, through the rooms of my house, And what do people see?
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder" Or so they tell me. But everyone seems to find the same things beautiful. Blonde hair, blue/green eyes, thin. Barbie doll perfect Barbie doll beautiful
Everyone wears a mask. It's as if we're all at a ball. Who are you really? I may never know.
Please. Please. Listen to me. I'm sorry, for lying--
There sits the girl- Waiting, waiting, waiting, For a simple gesture, if not a grand gesture. There sits the girl- Waiting, waiting, waiting, To yell, If not scream her lungs out.
My closet is full of curtains
I look in the mirror You know what I see? Such an unhappy girl Staring back at me. She sits and she stares Waiting for something to change Too much darkness to bare That nests in her brain.
What is insecurity? When you can't talk to that boy? When your afraid to go up on stage? No It's when you know you can't do it
Fat A word that tears at my throat and breaks the dams in my eyes Stretch marks Battle wounds from a battle that I lost with myself Fat
Tell me again about the time when skin went nude. Our pores, satisfied with 80 degree sunshine and drowning in its glory. I’d be peeling, and you’d know that I’d lived summer.
My Body is not "my body" in fact it is a blessing. My body is not yours to be kissing, loving, and caressing. From my curly nappy hair that screams with African strength. To my long spider fingers rich in their length.
Cocooned. Trapped in lucid pristine existence. Sheltered, Hidden, from troublesome reality. Delicate wings, You stretch them to fly, but ensnared by the inexperience,
I felt it crackIt cracked only halfway...I was still wholeThen I felt it crack some moreIn other places it fell apart...But the middle still tore
The blood stains of true love promises the skin that one day they will dominate themselves once more. Flawless, yet so perfect that it doesn't matter if your eyes turn
The winter soldier comes home to find his gentle flower desecrated, tarnished from all purity. The flower was an elegant beauty that glisten in the harsh sun's smoldering light, that coddled his intentions and insecurities.
Not much with words but I can give it a try I want to express my love but words go far and by We are on the same page on the same line looking at the same word
What is it that you want? What is it that you need? My only wish is to make you happy Can’t you see? It troubles me when we fight I ache when I see you scream And it kills me to watch you leave
On the surface:
I want my time back Every minute wasted Every feeling that I invested For a love that's unrequited I want my peace of mind Sleepless night working creating scenarios
I don't ask for a lot But I ask for a lot And what I'm asking is for me to be what you need Someone you don't give up on Please Though i am selfish , and Possessive
Her wonderful innocence faded away. Her clothing, it fell away too. Her needs, her desires are catching on fire, And soon she will melt into you. You think you deserve this. You think she's a fool.
These words I throw out To never get back, To never believe in again. Stripped down to my core, I'm all that and more: A sunrise, a sunset within. You're calling my name,
I am a good person. Im telling myself that because I know I am a good person. Well, to be self-honest, to keep the truth before my tired eyes: maybe its just my appearance. My persona is often oppressed and affected by other personas.
You claim to be human, then put yourself down. How dare you believe you should not be around. Your mind is a labyrinth, your looks intriguing Yet you still think you would be better bleeding.
Answer me my question please;who is that person that I see,looking out as darkness flees
I love the media. It’s interesting and fun and keeps us all connected, on one page. But don’t get me wrong… I don’t enjoy the propaganda, the mendacious ads and suffocating numbers,
Girl stands alone in her bathroompleading for solace.Eyes lock on the mirror,the reflection of a girl with possibilities a mere stain.She is there,she exists,in every corner that Girl turns.
When I feel their stares, I know that I am beautiful. When they compliment me, I know that I am beautiful. If he ignores me, how am I to know That I am beautiful If you love me,
Distort, lie, and amplify. They show us the center,and hide the edges.The center is framed,by the rest,that is compressed.
As a child, I've always been hollow on the inside
i wonder when it happened to me the sweet Innocent girl is no longer me piled high with insecurity why couldnt i see what a monster i've become with no identity did it change gradually
You're an infant in space,Is that what it is?
Do you remember The first day we met? Complete strangers, but you always smiled at me. Do you remember How close we became on the first week? You always told me jokes and made me laugh.
His kisses are tender, sweet but they reek of lust He undresses me and our eyes lock I feel that he is taking a journey into my soul but he is just wondering "Which hole?"
The Puzzle Life is so confusing What to do And what to say I feel like I'm abusing My brain
I put my mask on every single day You would never know that I am broken A smile can cover all of the pain When I feel like crying, I’ll laugh it off My secret trick is the act of faking
A Sparrow perched upon me. Shifting, groaning uncomfortably I hoped its company be brief. Not for any hidden grudge,
I am alone,
It's easy to parallel with the crowd, to follow their crooked steps yet young ones cry out INSPIRE ME... to be different. INSPIRE ME... to love myself. INSPIRE ME... to embrace truth.
I am skinny gawky average unappealing in the most appealing ways. When he entered my life I was lost broken and he was my light Told me I was beautiful amazing
I am never Alone But feel outcasted I am never forgotten But feel unwanted I am but a shadow in a crowed Always following but barley noticed. No one gets upset when I am gone.
Lovely ladies, In their tiny skirts, plucking out their eyebrows 'til their red skin stings and burns, Lovely ladies, Waiting for the praise, Standing by their lockers waiting on the boys to wave,
alone and unwanted is all she ever felt just her and her mom to take on the long nights the most pain she has ever delt she sites a father and his daughter surrounded with the glowing lights
“For Lexi Brain”because you are something specialand I see it in your eyesespeciallybut not restricted tothe time on FridayI thinkOr Thursday
They told me to write a poem; A poem that would describe my pains, my adversities. One that would be a summary of everything I am and wish I were, Of sadness, injustice, and everything I have bottled up.
Insecurity filled the teenager With agony, pain and woe. This emptiness will take her To a place where happiness is low. Heavyset is how they described her So she focused on losing weight.
her insecurities are little girls wrapped in ribbons and frilly dresses and fighting for attention and her confidence kisses each one goodnight every night and never forgets.
so many reasons to hate myselfmake for so little time to sleepsilent Insomnia frequents my bedsideshe echoes each secret I keep
Look at those matted strands upon your head Spots on your face like a dalmatian Your knees knock knocking while you clamber down the street You ! Yea you I see you
Walls built up they block out any glimpse of peace friend or foe i'll never Know Where shines truth in the scared shrouded face of the girl I used
Thing is, The days she wakes up With dread for the mirror And nights crumble away With never-ending tears. Because she isn’t- Because she can’t be- Because she’ll never be-
I'm starting to feel worthless , instead of worth it. I'm starting to see what loneliness feels like. I'm feeling something is missing.. I feel so unheard. I feel the weight of the world on my chest..
Looking down Left Right No eye contact They are looking They must be looking Something is wrong Something must be wrong Oh goodness, Everything is wrong
Andrea Gibson writes like a god. Why can't I write like a god? Everything in her poems are pure gold. And I would rather deal with gold spilling out of my mouth Than this nonsense that is this poem.
I hate you But then I love you And I cannot explain why Heart palpitations quicken When you are near me
Long locks Cute tops And they call me shallow Rip and cut Till it up And leave the field fallow Flowers wilt Petals fall And a tree becomes hollow Wait and watch Till the weeds pop
For a long time I was bound to pride masked in insecurity & timidity. Now when I enter a room it is “all eyes on me” And it’s not because I’m some “tall, cool drink of water.”
i feel as though i'm living living in myself and i desperately need need something and when i get it it's something else i think that pain pain is just a state of mind
Step by step she takes Holding her breath all of the way “She knows what everything’s about” they say Not a single hair out of place Her words are precious because
I am a liar skilled in the ways of manipulation like star constellations, I connect the dots, thoughts leading to rotten deeds committed in secret. And to you It’s a pretty picture in the sky
Who are you? Why do you follow me? I dont understand why you wont let me feel free. Your voice echos in my head and I cant shake you out. All you do is insult and shout. But who are you? Your not who you should be.
The miles beneath her feet were many, but she felt as though she hadn't moved. Head heavy as any stone she strove to keep her chin up and her head above water, but she knew.
Before a mirror I try to relate this face to the one of the little girl I have replaced. That little child who giggled and grinned, so filled with joy and love and the quality of innocence I wish she'd kept.