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Meadow Jan 2018
I feel like a fraud
Because this image was built up around me
As if I am this thing to be admired

Now this was the doing of others
But I encouraged it
Because I was desperate to be different
To be special

The spotlight was on me, so I took it an ran
As if that one chance was a shift
And from that point on I was a breakout star

But one moment doesn't change a thing
And just as quickly as I was brought to the top
I have been knocked down

And I feel like a fraud
Because others had to work hard to earn
What was once handed to me

And the second I felt what they did
I cried and complained
Instead of learning to earn my place
Meadow Dec 2017
Sometimes you just don't want to hear anything
Not praise, not comfort, not pity
Because in that moment it means nothing

You just want to get it all out
And have them agree
And not say another word

Because in that moment in time
Nothing they say will make you feel better
And there is nothing they can do but listen
And watch you cry
And accept that no matter what
It just won't get better today

Maybe tomorrow it will
But not today
Meadow Dec 2017
To many this town makes up the world
To me it is nothing more than a few square miles
There is a world, far larger than the familiar faces
That I crave to be a part of

Instead I am here
Confined within these few square miles
That make many happy
But make me count down the days

The days until I can run and never look back
And be a part of the world outside these walls
Then I may finally answer my greatest question
What is life beyond these few square miles?
  Dec 2017 Meadow
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Poetry
to me
is taking
my pain
and making
it sing.
Meadow Dec 2017
What is it, to be passionate?

It is to feel a love for something
So intense that love is no longer
A strong enough word

Now some may argue
That it doesn't get stronger
Than love

But love is a word
That has been thrown around so much
It has begun to lose its strength
And only is it regained
When the word passionate
Is put before it

Because passion comes before love
At times where we don't feel the love
We usually do
We stay because of passion
And that is what motivates

Whether it is felt for a person, place, or activity
We may fall in love
But for those brief moments we may fall out
Passion still remains
Meadow Dec 2017
It's hard to be a dreamer
To live everyday
Fantasizing about a life
You'll likely never see

It's hard to be a dreamer
Because that dream turns to hope
And we run down a path
That's almost always a dead end

It's hard to be a dreamer
Because there are too many of us
For us all to be successful
But not enough
For us to all be understood

It's hard to be a dreamer
Because we cling to a life
That others can't see
And prove others right
When we don't achieve

It's hard to be a dreamer
Because we are the most susceptible
To heartbreak

But still we dream
Meadow Dec 2017
The source of my pain
Is now what once freed me from it
Now I am left defenseless
As my opponent uses my weapon
To slowly, and effectively, tear me apart
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