In my English class we have to do something free and brave.
With this in mind, I have decided that I will share this poem with you all that
I wrote last year. It is not terribly tragic or anything, but it is very
personal to me and makes me very emotional, and I even had trouble sharing it
with my parents. I feel that the best and most relatable messages are also the
most vulnerable, so here goes:
The comment you threw out
To me; just an insignificant ash.
Not meant to hurt,
But burning me deep;
Forgotten about easily,
But keeps me from sleep.
I’m a sensitive soul,
An unfortunate detail…
The positives aren’t retained,
The negatives are forever.
The things you brush away,
Never think about again,
Are stuck inside of me…
Eating at me…
I’m crumbling within.
It’s imbedded in my brain,
No time to turn back.
You walk away fine,
Never noticing the crack
That grows within me,
Cutting deeper inside;
This pain doesn’t go away,
It cannot subside.
Insecurities build up.
I have turned quiet.
A girl once loud
Is now quite silent.
My courage, my esteem
Has gone down with the years
And I’m having trouble breathing,
I’m holding back tears.
These comments are there,
They come and they go,
But I never forget them
And I’m wondering, “So,
They say that sticks and stones
Will do more damage
Than words to my bones,
But I don’t think that sticks
Or stones, for that matter,
Have ever made anyone
Feel very alone…
That they aren’t good enough…
They’re failing some people…”
It’s really pretty rough
Having people surround you
And say haunting things
That they aren’t aware of…
That make you believe
That those things that aren’t true
Could maybe be so…
That it’s not possible;
Dreams come and go.
Maybe people really are
As bad as they seem…
They won’t love me,
I’m not in that theme
Of beautiful women
Who look their own age…
Who don’t look like children;
They belong on a stage.
Society is terrible,
A poison to all,
But these people I love,
These comments they say,
Don’t help in the long run.
I must get away
To a place I feel welcome.
Those words are tiring
On my weary soul.
To me; just an insignificant ash.
Not meant to hurt,
But burning me deep;
Forgotten about easily,
But keeps me from sleep.
I’m a sensitive soul,
An unfortunate detail…
The positives aren’t retained,
The negatives are forever.
The things you brush away,
Never think about again,
Are stuck inside of me…
Eating at me…
I’m crumbling within.
It’s imbedded in my brain,
No time to turn back.
You walk away fine,
Never noticing the crack
That grows within me,
Cutting deeper inside;
This pain doesn’t go away,
It cannot subside.
Insecurities build up.
I have turned quiet.
A girl once loud
Is now quite silent.
My courage, my esteem
Has gone down with the years
And I’m having trouble breathing,
I’m holding back tears.
These comments are there,
They come and they go,
But I never forget them
And I’m wondering, “So,
They say that sticks and stones
Will do more damage
Than words to my bones,
But I don’t think that sticks
Or stones, for that matter,
Have ever made anyone
Feel very alone…
That they aren’t good enough…
They’re failing some people…”
It’s really pretty rough
Having people surround you
And say haunting things
That they aren’t aware of…
That make you believe
That those things that aren’t true
Could maybe be so…
That it’s not possible;
Dreams come and go.
Maybe people really are
As bad as they seem…
They won’t love me,
I’m not in that theme
Of beautiful women
Who look their own age…
Who don’t look like children;
They belong on a stage.
Society is terrible,
A poison to all,
But these people I love,
These comments they say,
Don’t help in the long run.
I must get away
To a place I feel welcome.
Those words are tiring
On my weary soul.
