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Emma Nov 2014
As if you knew,
in the slightest what others went through?
who is to say his smile is not a mask,
her life is not a cry?

He, he goes home everyday to a broken home
where he tends to broken bones
up till four every night
doing homework, going to work
but in school the smile is the only thing in sight

and she, she is the captain of the soccer team
a never wavering laugh
but when she goes home,
her arm is patterned in complex lattice
an intricate pattern of pain and sorrow

her laugh never fails to light a room
his smile lifts people from their gloom
TSK Nov 2014
The problem, I realize,
Is that the way
I protect myself
From the innermost pain
Is the same way
I protect myself
From the innermost pleasure.
Savannah Jane Nov 2014
you
you are not always my sunshine
but sometimes my grey clouds.
not always my umbrella
but my rain.
not always my blanket,
but the bitter cold of winter.
not always the strength in my bones
but the blows that break them.
not always the answer
but the problem.
IncadesentCat Oct 2014
that running from our problems
doesn't work on a circular track
and hiding can't save us
when everything is made of glass
Dhaye Margaux Oct 2014
We are all children playing
On a very  dangerous ground
Hiding and then seeking
Running and going the round

We are all players praying
That in the end we'll win
The game of every dangerous being
Makes a perfect dangerous spin

Life isn't really  fair, is it?
Come and show me why
The place where you choose to sit
Always shows you a  dark sky

It's true that the world could be
A very dangerous ground to stay
But when a hero hears your plea
You can find the safest way...
The world has been a dangerous playground but one could be lucky having a hero.
Alcoholism consumes, is a broken
Love affair that takes everything from you; a
Codependent partner that
Only cares about
Herself. And we stay her slave until we're able to
Open our eyes; realize that everything she ever whispered in our ears was a
L**ie.
Dana Kathleen Oct 2014
You say Hey
to see if I’ll say Hey back.
You take great meaning
out of it, I do it out of
common courtesy.

You ask me how I am,
not because you care,
because you want me
to care about you.

Laying your burdens
on me, because I clearly
look strong enough
to hold them.

You’ve filled every
line on my hand, and
now I really wouldn’t
have room to hold
anything because your
hand is always there.

You kiss me
just to see if I’ll
kiss you back.

You test boundaries,
you lay more than just
your words onto me,
that I try to make
into a crossword puzzle.

You plant your hand
on my thigh, my stomach,
trying to link the
the points of my body.
But I’m not made out of paper.
I am not written in Braille,
you don’t have to touch me
to know my story.



You were trying to
cover my skin with
memories of you,
and that’s why
I cover them up.

When will you learn
the point of loving
isn’t to be loved back?

I’m done trying to teach you,
you’re not my problem
to solve anymore.
Clindballe Sep 2014
Running
away from
my problems
is like
stopping a fire
with gasoline
it
only
gets
**worse
Written: September 28. - 2014
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