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This is a poem about being trapped in a Mental Prison.
A short poem about the struggles of putting on a Fake front.
Poetry | Updated Apr 23, 2014 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Poem doodled in the boredom of class
A young girl being interviewed by a police councillor, has to remember her suffering at the hands of her mothers boyfriend.
Â© Copyright of lizzie1124 This poem is about how I will never get over that one person. That one person that I still love and think about each and everyday. I try everything to get over my ex but somehow it never happens because I love him so much and miss him everyday since he isn't mine....
By Phantom Duchess
Vanity faire, making faces that aren't real. Hiding our own ugliness to look good.
Poetry | Updated Mar 3, 2014 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Vampire Slayer
This is a poem based on true events when I came to realise someone close to me was not a true friend.
Elijah Blackwood came into my life and changed everything
He was beautiful and brilliant. Jagged and white-hot. I was drawn to him as Iâ€™d never been to anything or anyone in my life. I craved his touch like a drug. He had demons and I was willing to help him over come them, even if it...
By Samir Gaikwad
change the life girl come in my life
By Apoorva Raghunandan
Poetry | Updated Feb 5, 2014 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 3
What do you aspire to be?
Poetry | Updated Jan 23, 2014 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A short poem/lyric's I wrote because I was feeling crappy.
This poem is about a man who committed horrible crimes and used the insanity plea to get out of him punishment. In the end the police find out he was faking it and he gets killed by injection.
If you like this poem because it is about death or a murderer, read the poem invisible or pool of red...
Everyone has those people in their life that are the fake ones. The ones who don't actually care, the ones who will gain knowledge about you and use it to secretly hurt you. Yet, we let them, because we are too blind to see the difference between the real and the fake.
A love that was thought to be true, only to be proven fake. The one that was real was the one who got hurt, while the other continues to play their game some more, and hurt others as well.