mahiggs - Hello Poetry

I’m a bystander In my own life I should’ve known better Then to think that I’ve changed That I can grown in my skin And be truly happy At the end of the day It all comes back To one definite conclusion That I am a passerby,a fading memory shoved into the back of the minds of others Rotting ,smothered and suffocated by the dust of ignorance and the bliss I don’t experience I watch All I can do is watch I was born to be a helping hand and it’s all I can amount to My poor parents They didn’t deserve What did they do to deserve A child who would not amount to anything more ? A child who’s importance is limited to ‘et al’ and not the proud glorious name that overshadows it in front, sitting like a trophy on pieces of paper that control And hold power Over judgement calls and hierarchy The subtle hierarchy we pretend to shun but really We adore And we praise Because it keeps the inferior in place So the confident exceed the socks shoved underneath your bed The very ones which offered warmth In the darkest chapters of your book Sob silently As they stay still Alone Unnoticed Confused and left feeling used and ***** As they realise That you You’re perfectly fine Without them You never needed them That they were a mere stepping stone into the future you contemplated ending Of course you didn’t spare a thought To them It was wrong of me to think That I could ever amount to anything That I could build a name for myself and be happy Feel what it means to be alive Smile like a Cheshire Cat As I lay in euphoria Happy relationships and having friends who know so much about me I realise I don’t have to suffer alone But it’s a facade Behind the scenes They all draw lines You’re just another figure to add the picture You make their social life look stellar You’re just someone who helps them grow But what do you get in return? You’re recycled, battered and tired You have twisted and turned And sobbed uncontrollably to yourself At night Contemplating to end it all But no You wake up And manage to smile And lead them to victory As you burn into ashes the ignorant flame thrower who who forgot who helped ignite the flame who bathed in glory ran off as you a simple bystander never got the chance who could only dream of being happy withered and burnt to crisp

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Dec 31, 2018

Dec 31, 2018 at 11:05 AM UTC

bystander

I’m a bystander In my own life I should’ve known better Then to think that I’ve changed That I can grown in my skin And be truly happy At the end of the day It all comes back To one definite conclusion That I am a passerby,a fading memory shoved into the back of the minds of others Rotting ,smothered and suffocated by the dust of ignorance and the bliss I don’t experience I watch All I can do is watch I was born to be a helping hand and it’s all I can amount to My poor parents They didn’t deserve What did they do to deserve A child who would not amount to anything more ? A child who’s importance is limited to ‘et al’ and not the proud glorious name that overshadows it in front, sitting like a trophy on pieces of paper that control And hold power Over judgement calls and hierarchy The subtle hierarchy we pretend to shun but really We adore And we praise Because it keeps the inferior in place So the confident exceed the socks shoved underneath your bed The very ones which offered warmth In the darkest chapters of your book Sob silently As they stay still Alone Unnoticed Confused and left feeling used and ***** As they realise That you You’re perfectly fine Without them You never needed them That they were a mere stepping stone into the future you contemplated ending Of course you didn’t spare a thought To them It was wrong of me to think That I could ever amount to anything That I could build a name for myself and be happy Feel what it means to be alive Smile like a Cheshire Cat As I lay in euphoria Happy relationships and having friends who know so much about me I realise I don’t have to suffer alone But it’s a facade Behind the scenes They all draw lines You’re just another figure to add the picture You make their social life look stellar You’re just someone who helps them grow But what do you get in return? You’re recycled, battered and tired You have twisted and turned And sobbed uncontrollably to yourself At night Contemplating to end it all But no You wake up And manage to smile And lead them to victory As you burn into ashes the ignorant flame thrower who who forgot who helped ignite the flame who bathed in glory ran off as you a simple bystander never got the chance who could only dream of being happy withered and burnt to crisp

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i wake up and oh how I wish sleep would evade me again and oh how I wish to never wake up from it.

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Dec 26, 2016

Dec 26, 2016 at 5:09 PM UTC

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