Weakness
I know my real weakness.
I always shy away from the looks I get.
Brush past the sympathetic faces,
People pretending to understand why I feel,
I am thought to be so fragile and weak.
Just dig a little deeper, and you will see why.
Little do you ever know, nor will ever see,
I hide from you my real weakness.
I am not weak because I show my emotion.
Weakness is not being able to cry.
Embarrassment is not because I show what I feel.
I just shy away from the looks I seem to get.
When my thoughts bubble into sadness.
I cant help but see the looks I get.
But I know you will never know the real reason,
The real me.
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I was reading my first poetry book (Reality, it is in the external link...) the other day, and I was thinking about how much my writing style has changed... If you don't know what I mean then just go read the first poem in Reality, and see the difference between that one, and this one. I feel like I have progressed, in a positive way, and I like my poetry better now, but what do you think? I would love feedback! Thanks! :)
-Eliza
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