Why is it that
Though I have never been in love
I have been heart broken?
I have never had sex
But am considered a whore?
I keep things bottled up
Yet cause too much drama?
I try so hard to be beautiful
And still no one wants me?
I hate myself constantly
But never think of suicide?
I appear to be happy
When I am wallowing in despair?
I am having a horrible time
Yet smile for other people?
I can seem like such a nice person
When everything I do is for myself?
I cry myself to sleep every night
But it never gets better?
God answers my prayers
Then takes them away?
I look at them together
And wish he were with me?
I write this poem
Knowing no one will understand?













Comments
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*Only the dead can rise forth to defeat the stupidity underneath your skin*
very deep.
nice flow.
i totally love it!
and i know you'll hear this a million times,
but i do know how you feel,
even read my poems,
i DO understand.
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You're beautiful the way you are...
And you don't have to look to far...
To find the words, the simple truth...
Real beauty starts inside of you.
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