_Misery_

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

About shyness. Partially based on my own experiences, but multiplied by a few powers of ten.

Wherever I go
I bring my misery.
It is on show
For everyone to see.
Surrounded by people,
But so alone.
I have not even a ripple
of courage or backbone.
They grind me into dirt,
And they don't even know it.
I've been so hurt,
I'm such a twit.
So do I just resign myself?
Shall I just end?
By the day twelfth,
It refuses to mend.
Only in my misery
Am I given solace.
Outwith the misery to me,
They raise candles to my grace.


Submitted: October 09, 2011

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glitter snow426

oh wow, so deeply sad, amazingly told!! This certainly is very special, SIMPLY LOVE IT!!

Sun, October 9th, 2011 10:38pm

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Wow, thank you! That's one of the nicest comments I've had! Well, all three of them.

Mon, October 10th, 2011 3:29am

mdh7

Great, well written poem. I like it. I can relate. You aren't alone.

Sun, October 9th, 2011 10:45pm

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Thank you!

Mon, October 10th, 2011 3:32am

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