A free verse poem for everyone. No matter how tough you are...no matter how many secrets you carry within you...no matter how much makeup you wear. Sometimes, you're just a girl (or a boy). And so am I.
I'm bleeding
Broken, shattered inside
There are so many horrible things I see
Marks of corruption in this ruined world
Blood, pain, cuts and bruises
Painful memories come flooding back
I fight back a scream of frustration
Everything is so...ugly.
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Echoes of screams ring in my ears
I'd like to just run, hide, and wish them away
I bury my head in my pillow
Tucked up safely in my blanket
Soothing music plays
I close my eyes
But it doesn't make a difference.
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As children, our hearts are all pure
Like the first apple blossom or fresh fallen snow,
We dance about, boasting of our dreams and our futures
Foolishly unaware of Time and his dark cloak.
But when Misfortune creeps upon us
When Fear and Anger consume our hearts
The iridescent Hope is suddenly forgotten
And all those innocent fantasies, wishes, and thoughts of joy
End up crumbling into Hell below.
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Sometimes I feel...nothing
Because like a soldier, I've been trained that way
To be as cold as ice, as hard as steel
As sharp as a shard of glass
As perfect as the purest diamond
...Without the flaws that we call "emotion"
Aided with make up, friends, jokes and drinks
I am powerful
Invincible
Unable to be hurt
But also an empty husk of mock bravery.
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Sometimes all my armor is too heavy to carry
Sometimes I just want a break
And when I take all that baggage off
When I strip away the mascara, and the sword
When I shed my brave smile and story of lies
And the empty look in my eyes
I am almost afraid to look in the mirror
Because only then am I confronted with the reality that
...I'm just a girl.
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Just A Girl
PoetrySometimes life is full of masks. Sometimes we are full of masks. We've been always taught to cover ourselves up...to block everything out because we're afraid to get hurt. But when we take those cold...unfeeling...realities off, what's truly inside...