#donotgiveup - Hello Poetry

She said that… my voice is ugly when I sing because my voice sounds like a man. She said that… I need to stop talking when she’s off work because she has talked all day long. She said that… She will always be afraid that I will be a failure because I have my father’s genes. She said that… “Why are you so cold-blooded?” when she first saw me in person after my father passed away because I didn’t make it back in time from the other side of the world. She says that… I might have some misunderstandings about what she has said to me in the past. I say that… if she really doesn’t mean it all, why has she been saying these hurtful words all the time? She says that… I have to get over somethings myself, and nobody else can help me get better but myself. I say that… I have gotten over the past. Maybe if she doesn't constantly destroy me, I will not have issues now. She says that… I hate her, though I have come back to her once again. I say that… “I love you,” and I am none of what she has said above. When? When will all the “she says” truly become “she said” in my heart? I say that… it’s time to step back again, To protect myself, and To rebuild myself.

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Mar 24

Mar 24, 2026 at 4:13 AM UTC

PangPanda

She Said...

She said that… my voice is ugly when I sing because my voice sounds like a man. She said that… I need to stop talking when she’s off work because she has talked all day long. She said that… She will always be afraid that I will be a failure because I have my father’s genes. She said that… “Why are you so cold-blooded?” when she first saw me in person after my father passed away because I didn’t make it back in time from the other side of the world. She says that… I might have some misunderstandings about what she has said to me in the past. I say that… if she really doesn’t mean it all, why has she been saying these hurtful words all the time? She says that… I have to get over somethings myself, and nobody else can help me get better but myself. I say that… I have gotten over the past. Maybe if she doesn't constantly destroy me, I will not have issues now. She says that… I hate her, though I have come back to her once again. I say that… “I love you,” and I am none of what she has said above. When? When will all the “she says” truly become “she said” in my heart? I say that… it’s time to step back again, To protect myself, and To rebuild myself.

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In the silent auditorium of the silent city Two sauntering steps were seen According to the birdies they were, Shivering in seventeen. But the painter's painting was only black Until two sauntering steps were on stage, Starlight like diamonds on ballerina pumps Was the only colour he added to the image. You see how a mere touch of twinkle Can add beauty upon; From everything that's black, He knows; a new star is born.

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Jan 5, 2018

Jan 5, 2018 at 5:48 PM UTC

mehak

A painting

In the silent auditorium of the silent city Two sauntering steps were seen According to the birdies they were, Shivering in seventeen. But the painter's painting was only black Until two sauntering steps were on stage, Starlight like diamonds on ballerina pumps Was the only colour he added to the image. You see how a mere touch of twinkle Can add beauty upon; From everything that's black, He knows; a new star is born.

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We are more than we know, we are strong! Like the ocean current pulling you Slowly asking you to follow the sea In deep waters where many have gone unable to swim but learning to float Your mind is on trial Your limits are your death and survival Don’t stop you are strong Cross the ocean and you will find there are no limits like a mind-your mind-to be found Once you cross this expanding sea You will know what awaits Remember it’s just your own self-esteem Making you weak. Copyright© Cynthia Ulloa All rights reserved.

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Apr 3, 2014

Apr 3, 2014 at 6:42 PM UTC

OneLoveJC

No Limits

We are more than we know, we are strong! Like the ocean current pulling you Slowly asking you to follow the sea In deep waters where many have gone unable to swim but learning to float Your mind is on trial Your limits are your death and survival Don’t stop you are strong Cross the ocean and you will find there are no limits like a mind-your mind-to be found Once you cross this expanding sea You will know what awaits Remember it’s just your own self-esteem Making you weak. Copyright© Cynthia Ulloa All rights reserved.

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