"freindly" poems
I've had a few close calls
Taken a few punches
Got pitched quite a few curves
Hit rock bottem more than once
But honestly?
Right now?
Im fine!
Thank-you for asking
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 10:18 PM UTC
i am the girl who is afraid to show how she truly feels. the girl who doesn't want to be treated different just because she is different. the one who wants to make her own decisions. the girl who doesnt want her life to be controlled by people that don't even care, she doesn't want people telling her what she can or can't do. she doesn't like how people changed her into something she hates to look at. she doesn't want people to notice her for what she's not. I'm the girl who is right even when she's wrong. the girl who is never invited to anything, and the girl who no one showed up to hers. the girl who cries herself to sleep at night, because no one likes her and everyone hates her. the girl who doesn't want to be treated like a girl but wants to be loved like one. the girl who loves the heck out of animals (snakes included), the girl that loves to sing and dance even though she knows that she's no good. the girl that her life is In poem writing and songs. the girl who loves her family, friends even her enemies. she may not love herself, but she loves everyone else(exspeacily everyone who is supporting me on hello poetry.) and doesn't want to be changed again, she wants to go back to the way she was:
crazy
talented
funny
exiting
fun
childish
freindly
kind
happy
joyful
loving
dorky
imagative
a kid
I JUST WANT TO BE ME AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nov 30, 2012
Nov 30, 2012 at 4:21 PM UTC
I used to wonder,
how people run back to bad relationships.
And then,
I met you.
Everything was great the first week we talked and when we met up,
Even a few days after things were still going good,
but then,
things took a turn.
You changed in the matter of a day,
your upbeat freindly vibe changed to controlling and emotional.
You told me not to be honest with you, and if i were you would leave,
You got drunk and tried to put the blame on me for your bad decisions.
And yet,
here I am,
struggling with wether or not the choice I made was right.
That maybe I'm the crazy one,
or that there is reason and rationally behind why you said and did what you did,
that somehow I'm the bad guy,
because it hurts me,
that I hurt you.
But now at least,
I don't have to wonder anymore.
Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 11:58 PM UTC
Freindly faces no more
open sores, I've bleed gore
Ripped out my stitches
I only missed my night terrors I bore.
And theres more,
This last door
This warrior fallen to floors,
No more variety
this sick society, no more.
This peace no more to teach
Im frozen to the core.
I slit my wrist
To get a fix of trying to be pure.
My grey skin no more wins
Lets see the pain I'll endure.
I've been devoured
Still this power i feel no more.
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 8:52 PM UTC