Truth, by No Child Is Innocent Once Born
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No one really wants to know,
The real me inside
People think I'm just a doll
No one knows I cry.
No one speaks to me like a normal person
Just chat up lines of course,
But no normal conversations
With meaning or force.
It makes me upset that no one listens
All they do is stare
Because I want somewhere to actually love
I want someone to be there
People take one look at me
And assume I dont have feelings
But they should all open their eyes
To see my heart is healing
Of course I like looking pretty,
And attracting all the guys,
But none want to know the girl I am
They think I never cry
So next time a guy stares,
I'm gonna make him see
I don't even want to talk to a guy
Who doesn't want to know the real me.
(Sorry for the shorthand but as you can now see, I have
edited the poem so it is all typed correctly.) |
Posted: 2005-09-23 19:43:26 UTC |
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2005-09-15 03:44:43 | thndrhwk |
This is pretty good, but imo the bad grammar, spelling errors, and using numbers '2' shorten the words makes it flow oddly. Maybe it's just me, but I've found that chat-room-style writing makes poetry rather choppy. Of course, you might have done that on purpose; anyway, besides that it's good work. |
2005-09-23 03:56:12 | bedazzled |
Yeah I agree I like the poem alot but the abbreviations are pretty confusing and a bit tacky, I really do like the poem though! |
2012-12-15 03:47:20 | George Chow |
if our parents love was meant by God. Who would wait for that day without lust. Then the rest is waiting for God. |