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Status: Finished  |  Genre: True Confessions  |  House: Booksie Classic
My Junior Year teacher made us write poems to share to the class. it had to be about ourselves or anything that surrounded us. then she made us share in front of the class. we heard each other and cried and laughed together. I love my teacher for connecting our feelings and knowing that we are not alone in this world.

Submitted: May 20, 2014

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Submitted: May 20, 2014



Scared just being here

scared of what you might think

of what you're going to hear

and reject the real me


Scare that the real me

will once again hide

after peeking out

and being free


Bare with me 

that am trying my best

not to retreat

and hide again


It strarted long ago

the weak me appeared

she controls my life

and i became blind


I seperated myself

from hurt and pain

but it never went way

its on my side


I became blind to my own pain

and made myself believe

that loneliness was safer

and would become happiness


This way i would be safe

no more goodbyes

and no more hurt

when it was time to go


A few times i came to believe

that i could open my empty heart

but the time once again came

and there i went


Those horrible moments

when you have to say

the only word

that you hate


Oh horrible word

that you must say

when the only thing

you want is to stay


A friend told me

that it's better

to be remembered

than not at all


But am scared

that I will be hurt

and be forgotten one day

by the people I love


BUt life hurts

how can i escape

no one can

so why try


I get depressed

and believe am alone

but if i think

am not the only one


Am not alone

to think this way

do why does it feel

that am all alone


I know the answer

hate to admit it

it only my fault

i decided to be alone


But what do i do

it's been so long

since i have open up

but with this poem it's a start


So please

do not let me go

to that life

i hate the most


I made it this far

i do not want to go back

hold me up

don't let go


That by this point

am red and weak

block the door

so i don't go


This is the end

no more to say

i feel brave

being here today

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