They don't know him, but I do

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

Life is full of judgemental people who don't care about how bad it feels when one criticizes you, calls you something which you're not and thus, scars yours existence. A story of a boy, still young and learning, who was thrown before the flashing lights before his age. They think he doesn't know what they talk about him but he actually does and it kills him everyday to be potrayed in a negative way.

Dark hair, green eyes

smothered in those pretty lies;

Pinstripe coat, dull white

Hiding from those flashing lights

Wanting to disappear into the darkness of the night.

His heart sinks into the bottomless pit

As his plump lips curved a bit;

But there wasn't any sound or words

He knew that he was nothing what they have heard

He wished they knew who he really is


The soul that was, before, so full of mirth

was now the lonesomest thing on the earth;

His intoxicating laughter slowly turned into a fake smile

that beautiful voice now weak and fragile

those melodies lately seemed so vile

the air surrounding him turned hostile;

he shuts his eyes & those sly remarks again come to life, so disgusting that he could almost taste the bile;

Rising up in his throat

seasoned with loathe;

He wished they knew who really he is


Walking on the streets

He knew they'll repeat;

And call him a womanizer, a manwhore

Little do they know that their words cut deep & the wounds are still sore;

He didn't want to but slowly he realised that he couldn't take any more;

The pain doesn't seem to end

It is like a monster, a fiend

Oh, he wished they knew who he really is


They stripped him out of opinions and words

He screamed so loud but couldn't be heard;

Broken he was, he felt so numb

too weak to hold on, too strong to succumb;

but the searing pain didn't seem to cease

The words of well-wishers brought him no ease;

Every vein in his body ached with fear, with a strange feeling of dismay

They didn't notice but he was fading away;

I sat quietly & watched my little angel I used to admire

Turning into ashes, burnt from the fire;

His only wish being that they know who he really was


And now, after years, when people talk about him

About how strong he was and of his zeal and vim;

I lie down on my bed & stare at the blank space

Which keeps playing the picture of his beautiful face;

 wondering, how do people expect one to to live his life

On the edge of an obsidian knife?

If only I could run to him, vacate the place where his demons stay

And with a gentle touch, kiss all of his pain away;

If only I could tell him that when he thought that they didn't notice

him regretting that he couldn't keep a single promise

or when he thought that no one cared

when all he wanted was to be repaired

or when he thought they didn't know who he really was,

I did.



Copyright © 2015 by Scarlett Hades S. (TheHorizonBetweenUs)
All Rights Reserved.

Submitted: March 11, 2015

© Copyright 2021 TheHorizonBetweenUs. All rights reserved.

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Wow this one was amazing sweet heart. You haven't decided on your name yet so I'm gonna call you sweet heart until then xD
Anyways, back to the poem. Harry again? You are one awesome fan; dedicated and all. Well, I betcha if he reads this one it will definitely bring tears to his eyes. And I hope so some how this reaches to him. It was beautiful. The way you used with your words... As you say it; it was exquisite. Simply amazing, wonderful and every other awesome adjective in the dictionary... The way you painted the imagery with your words and the flow; simply wonderful. It was a great job

Wed, March 11th, 2015 8:39pm


Haha, well, thank you so so much for this wonderful comment. I had a tough job to make everything rhyme there xD

Wed, March 11th, 2015 7:12pm


Written in these walls are the stories that I can't explain..But Harry would say,written in this page are the stories that only she understands..(oops..doesn't rhyme much)..Now Harry isn't aware how much he's adored and how much he's loved by someone...although you haven't met him in personal (I can't explain how personal that dream was ;)..) reading this poem it feels as if you've known him for years..
And it really feels sad..they call him a womanizer.. :(
These judgemental people..
But there are also people like us..We love them to excess..And it heals,to an extent,their gaping wounds,given by those people, but seen only by us..

Thu, March 12th, 2015 3:08am


Somehow, this comment brought tears to my eyes. Thank you so much, bebe. You know me so well. You actually understand me and I'm lucky to have to you. And wish he knew me the way I do.

Wed, March 11th, 2015 8:43pm

Lisa Ayers

The poem had vivid imagery and you communicated his pain so well. It's a good example of how someone feels when others do judge, especially when they don't really know someone. I am delighted in the end he had the one friend who really cared and knew who he is. That one person can really make a difference in someone's life. Adding that in the end gave the piece hope. You did a great job expressing his feelings through this poem.

Thu, March 12th, 2015 3:15am


Thank you so much, Lisa for dropping such a sweet review. It's insane how people without caring about how one feels, judge them for no reason and in the end that person who has been the victim of those cruel remarks suffers so much. That's sad but I hope to revive the hope.

Wed, March 11th, 2015 8:30pm


From reading the above comments, I believe this poem is written about Harry Styles from 1D. I'll admit I'm not a directioner (if I even spelled that right), but nor do I dislike them :). I only know a few of their songs, but I do like the ones I hear every now and then. Anyways, I really love the message in this poem. It's about judgment and someone hiding so much pain behind a gorgeous smile, that everyone loves to see. I happen to be a HUGE fan of someone that went through the same thing, hurtful and endless judgment, just because people didn't know him. I actually really really love the title of this poem. I hate when people are mean to others just because they DONT know them, and they think there's something wrong with them because of that. Seriously, this poem is meaningful beyond words! and anyone that judges Harry or anyone else just because they don't understand them, is just an asshole.... a BIG LIKE from me! ~Poetic

Thu, March 12th, 2015 9:50pm


Thank youuuuu, love. I really appreciate the fact that you read the poem even though you're not a fan of them. Those boys are really sweet and trust me, they helped me so much through this life. They acted as a pillar Icould cling on in my darkest times. And I hate those people who judge them or ANYONE without having the slightest knowledge of who they really are and what they've been through in life. Thank you so much for understanding. You're sweet. :)

Thu, March 12th, 2015 8:47pm


Wow, this poem really spoke to me! I'll be real, for once in my life, I am almost speechless. I have an entire note case filled with poems I made up for the boys, and I have never had the guts to actualy publish them, and I admire the way that you wrote this, brilliantly. I am proud to be a fan!! Now, the message behind this killed me. Even more so because it is Harry Styles. I love him, so, so much. It is unfair how much the world judges them. They are just boys, like any other people, who get hate from millions of others just because. It's not okay. Not for anyone. I would say the same for anyone. Harry Styles deserves a bit of peace. Is it just me, or has his smile changed over the years? I feel like he is trying to hard recently, to apear happy for his directioners. He has saved the lives of millions, my friend's included, and I will never stop loving him. Amazing job, you. *high fives you*

Fri, March 13th, 2015 2:30am


Thank you so much for this amazing comment. And yes, these people hate them for no logical reason. Harry and the boys have saved my life and made me a better person today and I'm grateful. Idek why but somehow I feel that something is not okay with him, he's not truly happy. I know it is pretty insane as I'm just a directioner who has not yet got a chance to meet my sunshines but I feed that. The boys have been my support in the darkest hours and I love them more than my life.

Thu, March 12th, 2015 8:40pm


This is really good. It's all so deep and beautiful... I love it!

Mon, March 23rd, 2015 6:40pm


Thank you so much, love. Xx

Wed, March 25th, 2015 5:49am


Hey! I'm not a one direction fan or something, infact I don't even listen to 1D ( sorry if it hurts you )... But yes, I totally understood your feelings... Though all your poems are excellent, this one is my favourite among your collection! :)

Tue, March 31st, 2015 1:39am


Thank you so much and it's okay. Didn't hurt me or anything, people have their own choices. Thanks, again. x

Tue, March 31st, 2015 6:31am

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