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The View and Me

Poetry By: Unknown234
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How people's views effect others/ how others see peoples view


Submitted:Mar 24, 2014    Reads: 7    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


The view and me

In a bare room I sit alone

In this dull bare room I await going home

My long brown hair isn't enough to shadow my face.

To shadow my face from the judgmental views

That belong to the things which lurk in this dreadful place,

To shadow my face from their sickened glare,

To shadow my face from the distasteful snarls that I know they all wear!

Paranoid? You say

Paranoid am I?

IM NOT BEING PARANOID.. I promise you.. I try

Instead I am here being honest to me.

For I know what you think although you don't want me to see,

I see those stares, that sickened look

From my appearance?

Is that what you took?

Say what you please but I believe so

For you always lie, so I could never know

To know how you feel... Truly inside

Of a girl like me, the one who must hide.

So to hiding I go

Shadowing my face with my hair

To hiding I go

Not to reveal the girl inside...

Is this really fair?

Oh judgmental views got the best of me;

Now the best of me I shall not be

Oh how I desire to be free.

From this feeling.. From the darkened views I'm left to see,

All the parts that makeup me.

Now it is my vindictive snarl they should all beware,

For a monster they have created... Of a hatred so rare.





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