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Pain

I squeeze my eyes tight,
try to shut down my brain,
I bite on my lip,
try to block out the pain.

I look away desperately,
unable to breathe,
I'm fighting back tears,
trying not to scream.

I cover my ears,
I bow down my head,
but his downgrading words
continue to shred.

They poke and they jab;
they beg for control.
I try to ignore
but I have no parole.

The pain's getting worse;
I try to stay strong,
but the words start to settle
and things all go wrong.

Doubt begins to gnaw,
and I start to agree,
with all the accusations
and names flung at me.

My mental image is sliding,
I start in on myself.
All the problems I cause
and make for myself.

Like an angel from the sky,
a friend comes along,
hugs me too tightly
and tells me "You're wrong."

They wipe away my tears,
Look into my eyes,
Push my hair from my face
and uncover my guise.

"That guy is a jerk,
they couldn't BE any more wrong -
with out you in this world
no one else would belong."




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ellyn-bo-bellyn_2014This teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Oct. 6, 2010 at 4:09 pm:
Beauty in the form of pain. I love it. Ah-Mazing! :)
 
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genesis27000 said...
Apr. 18, 2009 at 12:02 am:
THIS IS FAN-TA-BU-LOUS!!!
its amazing!
you perfectly captured every sense of how it feels to be brought down be words.
 
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