Am I Really Here?

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
What’s this world coming to? I used to be that girl that always wanted the pictures taken. I wanted to be there, I never wanted to be left alone. Now…it’s different. I smile but people don’t see my pain. They see my smile and think “she’s happy”, well look deeper and past my smile and you’ll find darkness. Am I that different? My love tells me he only sees light in me. Is that true? I do not know but I do know I hurt, pain and some people betray me. They think of not anything but I can see. I read people like a book, so don’t tell me I don’t know you. I only need a second with you to know your life story. They come into the room. I wipe my tears away fast and put a smile on my face as to act everything’s fine. Well NO! it’s not I’m being hurt, picked, torn and pulled at but you don’t see that you just see my face. Is that all people see? I know two people who know me and actually SEE me. My own parents don’t know me like they do. My mom forgets everything I tell her. What if one day I say “I love you…When I die will you say the same thing back?” and she forgets….will I know, will she remember, will she truly know that I really loved her.

Submitted: June 08, 2012

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What’s this world coming to? I used to be that girl that always wanted the pictures taken. I wanted to be there, I never wanted to be left alone. Now…it’s different. I smile but people don’t see my pain. They see my smile and think “she’s happy”, well look deeper and past my smile and you’ll find darkness. Am I that different? My love tells me he only sees light in me. Is that true? I do not know but I do know I hurt, pain and some people betray me. They think of not anything but I can see. I read people like a book, so don’t tell me I don’t know you. I only need a second with you to know your life story. They come into the room. I wipe my tears away fast and put a smile on my face as to act everything’s fine. Well NO! it’s not I’m being hurt, picked, torn and pulled at but you don’t see that you just see my face. Is that all people see? I know two people who know me and actually SEE me. My own parents don’t know me like they do. My mom forgets everything I tell her. What if one day I say “I love you…When I die will you say the same thing back?” and she forgets….will I know, will she remember, will she truly know that I really loved her.


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