i feel you on my skin,
i want to wash you off...
your like dirt under my nails,
a pain...
Im always falling down,
you always push me down...
why do i stand up?
will i ever stay that way?...
beautiful,
thats what they say i am.
but i cannot believe.
i wont.
i look into the mirror,
and i see nothing good.
nothing but dark,
nothing beautiful.
i stare into the strands of color,
and in my iris's i see,
all the evil inside..
no rainow,
but a black and white nightmare.
beutiful...
they always say i am...
but im not a pretty girl..
COMMENTS
looks are only skin deep, sometimes what others see don't go further then that.... skin deep. I see through your poetry a confident gifted poetess.
im fadeing,
fadeing to nothing.
the hate is consumeing my reality,
turning my fantasy to black...
i can pretend the world is perfect,
but when i get back from my mind it turns to hell again..
why cant i see the sun again?
be the happy girl i use to be?..
i guess i wasnt ment to,
i guess happiness wasnt ment for me...
COMMENTS
this poem reminds me of myself. and I wouldn't be to presumious to say this is how almost everyone feels now and again.
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NoctusAngelusProcella
19:50 May 26 2011
sometimes that is how it feels in a bad relationship. I like this one a lot.