We all know that girl, the quiet one, the one who doesn’t talk that much. She only talks when spoken to and when she speaks it’ll be only a few words. “She’s the weird kid” as it louds around the classmates and teachers and nobody knows why. Little do they know what’s going in her head. Even she doesn’t quite understand it, it’s always so loud in there.
She has this empty feeling, when she wakes up or get out of bed, its only because she “needs” to. She would rather sleep all day because when you sleep it’s like an temporary death, peaceful, no worries and no one telling you what to do.
But then you wake up, getting ready for the torture. Waiting for the day to end, you don’t want to die but you don’t want to keep living like this.
Even though she wants to get better and get rid of that feeling, she got used to it. It gives her comfort, it feels wrong but like home.
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Anouk (
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- Comment from author about the poem: It's my first poem but i write in class about things i've been through. i've had a rough time back then but i hope that no one relates to this
- Category: Sad
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The first part had me drifting into a delightful story of ultimate success.
Early bloomers fade, others get better with age.
I remember wanting to sleep my younger self away. It took me years but I eventually woke up.
i'm glad you like it and i'm sorry you had to go throuh that, no one deserves that.
Nothing's lost. To learn in life we must make our own mistakes and believe me I have, and still do make plenty. All our experiences, good and bad, mold us. Trick is knowing who to trust.
I am confident you will do well.
forgive my ramble below
that line, felt like it was imbued
with a deep wrongness
and I just wanted to say something
or anything, to alert you
as that line
felt like an odourless smoke
poisoning your poetic ink..
forgive my overzealous n foolish nature
try to imagine I meant well
thanks for choosing to share
for choosing to fight
and become a light..
('she got used to it.'
this is very wrong, do not trust
such mirage solutions, dear poet
humanity's, greatest curse
is our adaptability
even kidnap victim's
can be made to feel
like it's their fault, like
this nightmare
is where they belong;
this is wrong
this is our coping methodology
when our capacity to reason
logically
is overwhelmed, beyond
what we think, we can deal with
so we cocoon ourselves
within lies, just trying to survive..
You, dear poet
DESERVE
all the better, you can dream
in-to existence
never, give up on yourself
even if you think the entire world
has forsaken you
dig deep, within
find that strength, that spark
gifting you a smile, free of charge
hold on to it, build on it
and fight! fight for everything
you can force this fuck'd up world
to give you, as your just rewards
for surviving, for believing
in yourself)
stay strong!
Nice poem, i went through this for a couple of years until i decided to go into homeschooling. But thanks for showing the reality.
that girl is me haha. I hope you don't mind but can I write a poem that has your words as the beginning but then I add mine kind of like a fusioned poem?.the title would be that girl is me .
Yeah, no problem. I’d love to your your version of it.
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