elizabeth-king - Hello Poetry

My eyes sting with tears as people push me away The giggles are loud and the smell of rejection is in the air. They’re pointing and laughing at me more than usual. I taste something bitter my nose stings, like I’m about to cry My head is filled with the whispers ‘you aren’t good enough’

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Sep 16, 2014

Sep 16, 2014 at 2:32 AM UTC

exclusion

My eyes sting with tears as people push me away The giggles are loud and the smell of rejection is in the air. They’re pointing and laughing at me more than usual. I taste something bitter my nose stings, like I’m about to cry My head is filled with the whispers ‘you aren’t good enough’

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Music Music is a soothing melody the sound of love and heartbreak. It is anger, and yelling at the world. It is despair, hurt and depression. It is happiness, a new beginning and the sound of birds chirping. It gives me a release Somewhere to go when I have nowhere else It describes everything I feel in so few words.

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Sep 16, 2014

Sep 16, 2014 at 2:32 AM UTC

Music

Music Music is a soothing melody the sound of love and heartbreak. It is anger, and yelling at the world. It is despair, hurt and depression. It is happiness, a new beginning and the sound of birds chirping. It gives me a release Somewhere to go when I have nowhere else It describes everything I feel in so few words.

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Tired I’m tired Tired of being lied to Tired of being told to be myself But also be other people at the same time I’m tired of being judged Tired of being talked about Tired of being hurt Tired of everything.

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Sep 16, 2014

Sep 16, 2014 at 2:31 AM UTC

Tired

Tired I’m tired Tired of being lied to Tired of being told to be myself But also be other people at the same time I’m tired of being judged Tired of being talked about Tired of being hurt Tired of everything.

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The saddest thing I’ve seen Is in winter When all the plants die. It’s because they **** all their colour into their roots So they survive the winter That’s how I think of me A tiny plant Stuck in the middle of an ocean of others Trodden on Winter is my teen years Once it’s over I’ll flourish hopefully

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Sep 16, 2014

Sep 16, 2014 at 2:31 AM UTC

A plant in the winter

The saddest thing I’ve seen Is in winter When all the plants die. It’s because they **** all their colour into their roots So they survive the winter That’s how I think of me A tiny plant Stuck in the middle of an ocean of others Trodden on Winter is my teen years Once it’s over I’ll flourish hopefully

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People tell me that Everything happens for a reason Is all the heartbreak Pain Death Life Feelings Worth it? If everything happens for a reason, tell me the reason for these? Is it to make me a better person? Because I’m not I’m just broken

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Sep 16, 2014

Sep 16, 2014 at 2:30 AM UTC

Broken

People tell me that Everything happens for a reason Is all the heartbreak Pain Death Life Feelings Worth it? If everything happens for a reason, tell me the reason for these? Is it to make me a better person? Because I’m not I’m just broken

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Hell is loving you and waking up alone. Hell is loving you and knowing that you will never feel the same way Hell is you being the first thing I think about when I wake up and the last thing when I go to bed Hell is knowing that I love you and hell is you never feeling the same way.

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Sep 16, 2014

Sep 16, 2014 at 2:30 AM UTC

Hell

Hell is loving you and waking up alone. Hell is loving you and knowing that you will never feel the same way Hell is you being the first thing I think about when I wake up and the last thing when I go to bed Hell is knowing that I love you and hell is you never feeling the same way.

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Hey, you I miss you I miss the time we used to spend together I miss when we laughed I miss the times we had fun I miss when we had sleepovers Now we’re just two strangers who know each other’s secrets Now we’re just two strangers with memories. And although I know I was a second choice I miss you

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Sep 16, 2014

Sep 16, 2014 at 2:27 AM UTC

I miss you.

Hey, you I miss you I miss the time we used to spend together I miss when we laughed I miss the times we had fun I miss when we had sleepovers Now we’re just two strangers who know each other’s secrets Now we’re just two strangers with memories. And although I know I was a second choice I miss you

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Mirror Mirror On the wall Who is the fairest of them all? It’s certainly not me You tell me that much But can you at least tell me Who the world wants me to look like? Is it Miranda Kerr, with her flawless skin Or Megan Fox, with the perfect figure? Mirror Mirror On the wall Please tell me Who is the fairest of them all?

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Sep 14, 2014

Sep 14, 2014 at 6:11 AM UTC

Mirror

Mirror Mirror On the wall Who is the fairest of them all? It’s certainly not me You tell me that much But can you at least tell me Who the world wants me to look like? Is it Miranda Kerr, with her flawless skin Or Megan Fox, with the perfect figure? Mirror Mirror On the wall Please tell me Who is the fairest of them all?

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