8th Grade Poems, To and From

Our Mind Is A Garden-Bella

Our brains are a garden,

You're emotion's what you plant inside.

Happiness a flower,

Sadness the weeds that grow and hide.

I don't pick the weeds,

I ignore them and forget.

Cause it's embarrassing

To show someone all your feelings and regrets.

They criticize you,

If your garden's overgrowing,

No pity for you,

It's your fault you're overflowing.

But it's not.

Life gets in the way,

And I don't have time to open up

About the way I feel every day.

You want to blame me?

Tell me I can get over it?

Go ahead, let me hear you say

"Your pain's so unimportant."

I know there are others suffering,

With gardens just like mine,

But only slightly different cause

Theirs are visible to the eye.

It makes me start to wonder if

I even deserve my life,

When others go through so much more

Then dealing with little strife.

The poor and unfortunate

Paint their faces with smiles,

While I conjure a fake one

They're making their life worthwhile.

People tell me that it's easy,

They tell me that I'm blessed,

They tell me I'll get over it

When they haven't seen what's in my head.

I don't think it's easy,

I know that I'm blessed,

I know it's me who's not riding of

The problems in my head.

I know everyone deals with things,

I know it can get rough,

But I shouldn't have this many weeds,

I just can't pick all of them up.

Some weeds don't leave,

They grow and multiply, out of control,

They suck the life out of my

Happiness and soul.

I don't want to see my garden,

I don't want to show it,

I don't want anyone to feel

Everything that is broken.

So I'll gate up my garden,

Let my flower die,

I'll feel the pain while I sit ignoring

The weeds that eat me up alive.