What do you think about this poem?

The other half of me is unknown,
People surround me but I am alone
A smile is painted on my face for the world to see,
The cheapest paint it can ever be,
At home the paint chips off my face,
Revealing tears that took its place.
Nothing is good enough, it will never be,
It feels like a billion knives stabbing right through me.
I'm not pretty enough,
I'm not funny enough,
I'm shy,
I'm awkward,
I'm NEVER enough,
I wish I could stay strong and tough,
But I can never be that stuff.
I feel like I'm drowning, the world pulling me under.
I can hear people's rude comments booming in my mind like thunder,
I am a ghost and a wallflower,
I'm invisible during every single class hour
Everything hurts after what I've heard,
The tears fall down and my vision is blurred
I'm fragile and weak,
My voice sounds insecure when I speak
I'll shatter like glass with one poke, but what can I say? I'm a joke.
But it's okay because "I'm fine"
Don't worry, it's not your fault it's mine.

---So what do you think about it?


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What Guys Said 1

  • It could easily be turned into a song.

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