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I'll never marry a prince.
I'll never wear dresses.
I'll never be a millionaire.

I'll always find ways to be happy.
I'll always have my head in the clouds.

I'll never be afraid to laugh loud.
I'll never be afraid to cry.
I'll never be afraid to be my self.
My poems is about how there's something's we might never have but it's good to love what you have and love your self as you are.
Burning the midnight oil writing poem's.
Swimming through a sea of emotions.
Sweeping pieces of broken heart away.

Filling blank pages and empty lines with
Words trying to release the pain. Some memories are too painful to forget.

Poetry isn't just words on paper feelings or emotions. It's the one thing that saves us and gives us a way to express our self.
You can...
Send in the clowns and it wouldn't
Make me laugh.

You can...
Show me a beautiful sunset but
It doesn't stop my heart from aching.

You can...
Say it gets better with time when it
Never does get any easier.

You can...
Give me comforting words and the
Pain will still hurt.

You can...
Never understand what its like to be
Broken until your broken your self.
This poem is about how you can never understand how a broken person feels until your broken your self pain and heartache is different for us all.
On the last day of love.
Tears fell.
My world ended and my heart,
Cracked inside my body.
It's always the last day of anything that is the worse because you know nothing will ever be the same.
I write to forget the past.
I write to release the pain.
I write to remember old memories.
My words may not be perfect and polished.
But I still write what my fragile heart speaks.
This is about how we all write and share our work and how we write to cope with different things for me poetry is a way to express my self poetry is a powerful tool.
There's no more cheeks left to turn.
My confidence is shattered enough.
There's nothing left to take anymore.
There's nothing even left to say.
My wounds are so deep they can't heal.
There's no break from this pain at all.
The night brings me a chance to dream
And be free for a while.
It's the same thing everyday.
Why cry because it doesn't ease the pain.
Why talk because they never listen anyway.
I am seen but never heard.
Sometimes because I have an anxiety disorder I feel that no one listens to me
Inside I am a screaming angry mess.
Always turning the other cheek.
Walking away from arguments.
Never reacting to what people say.
Counting to ten until the anger passes.
Writing poems to keep my mind busy.
Why do I never let my anger go?.
Why do i never say what's on my mind.
Why I do i spare other peoples feelings,
When they never spare mines?.
Am i too nice or I am a door matt?.
I wrote this while I felt angry because I was told I was too nice and laid back, nice people like me never get any were so I wrote this to let my anger out
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