The hazel in my eyes are more green than they were supposed to be
I’m supposed to be seeing through a normal frame,
Through my rutile quartz-colored eyes.
Not a rich emerald green.
But, as it seems, that I am always denied, especially by myself.
But it is only because I’ve been rejected first and it has been hard-wired in my brain now.
Feeling irrelevant to the point that I sympathize with the white walls of the school,
Oh, you could’ve gotten your riches and your gold
The greedy pain that your heart beholds
But you didn’t go deep enough into the deal, didn’t even make it to the day where we were gonna sign it on the dotted line
A lovely stranger happily signatured the contract, you see
I’m a pleasurable and likable person, you see
Telling you so you believe it
And maybe if you believe it so I could faithfully agree as well
Mirrors tell me that the shadows behind me are my friends
Yet when I look back,
I see only one physical friend here,
The light in my room too keep my portrait clear and not like paint is going to drip down my face like a lighter being placed directly on candle wax
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Author:
Christ(a) (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 9th, 2022 17:27
- Comment from author about the poem: This is a poem about fake friendships and if you've ever believed someone at the right time but wrong person.
- Category: Friendship
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Comments3
Read your bio on your home page. Go for it. the greater range of people contribute here the better.
I personally don't find poetry involving intimate personal relationships (love) very interesting (being polite here) so there are many times when I don't comment at all...
Look after yourself.
thank you I respect your opinion and I altogether appreciate that you read my poetry in general
What a great write my fellow poet, such a way with words and I so could identify unfortunately.. as I have learned to it seems there really isn't anybody there.. God Bless
this happened recently in my life so I just decided that it would be helpful to write. I give you my condolences, nobody should be treated as if not important. and thank you
Your very welcome and I to is coming off a hard one and your right, nobody deserves that
After reading your bio I must say I'm impressed,at your age I was still wallowing after my crush. Keep up cant wait to read more from you
🙂 I'm always glad to hear that. Most people think I'm a lot older than I claim to be, and I've always been an older soul, and can get along and understand adults more than people my age. But I've found someone my age that is someone like me, philosophical and poetic, and I love her very much (she's my best friend). I've always strived to touch someone's heart, to let people know that I am here, no matter your age ranges at.
Then you better hold on to this friend of yours
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