I know my poems are bad,
I know they can't make you feel,
But it's how I express my feelings,
Although you said it ain't real.I seemed to fake my happiness,
But it didn't really work,
I'm drowning in this sadness,
As my friends are being jerks.I tried to convince myself,
That everything's alright.
But I'm hurting myself,
To my parents I feel contrite."It doesn't have to be like this"
And that's what people said
I swear to god that made me pissed,
As all my friends just left.I freaking told "you" sorry,
I just wanted "you" to help,
But "you" just ignored me,
Those grudges that "you" held.I remembered that "you" told me,
That "you" will always be there,
But "you" just freaking hurt me,
Now my heart is dead."You" told me you weren't ready,
"You" told me that it's alright,
But in the end you just left me,
And found another guy.I was trying to be cool,
I even wished "you" luck,
My benedictions are true,
But "you" didn't give a fuck.I know I'm not supposed to swear,
I'm very sorry,
But fuck all the pretenders out there,
Who said that they will help me.It makes me even angrier,
When "you" flirt with another guy,
I was trying to break this barrier,
But "you" just wanted me to die.It really hurts my feelings
When my sincerity "you" berate,
This pain that I'm dealing,
As my friends discriminate.But then I found an avenue,
To express how I feel,
I wrote poems about "you"
And they are freaking real.These poetry that I've written,
Some strangers appreciate,
But my heart just sunken,
As my friends depreciate.After that I stopped writing,
I was living in pain,
I feel that my life isn't changing
As I looked through the window pane.And all my grades dropped,
I couldn't blend in,
Even my mentality they've robbed,
As I'm alone and dying.And then I've decided to write,
Because I feel so tempted,
I knew that this is right,
I did what was required.As I've earned recognition,
I learnt how to deal with depression.
When I'm making good rhymes,
Haters gave me a rough time.When they realized that I'm good,
They're ignoring me more,
It makes me want to question,
What the fuck is wrong with y'all?!But one time they crossed the line,
By putting me aside,
They stole my poetry and rhymes,
And claimed that it wasn't mine.That was the last straw,
When you had your lines all drawn,
But none of them believed me,
Because my dignity was gone.And then people ignored me,
I couldn't blend in with my peers,
That's why I felt lonely,
As my heart starts to sear.Now I know I'm defeated,
And there is no uprise,
Now I know this game has ended,
And this is my demise.
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The Complete Verse Of Sentiments
PoetrySome people might have a lot to say, but not in the form of words. Therefore, this book might be your painkiller and the way to express yourselves. Have a nice day! :)