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They See Through Me

October 30, 2009
By Anonymous

I’m done being strong,
I’m done being tough,
They know where I’m from,
They’re calling my bluff.

They don’t want to listen,
They want my life to reprieve,
Between you and me,
I don’t want to grieve.

I can’t grieve about losses,
I can’t grieve about life,
Lying that things are perfect,
Just brings me more strife.

They see right through me,
My pain and distress,
They know my anterior,
They know my regress.

I’m turning around,
Leaving my past behind,
Now I’m unbound,
With newborn hopes in life.



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on Nov. 27 2009 at 1:17 pm
Dunkelheitstieg BRONZE, Baldwin, Florida
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Favorite Quote:
"The poet ranks far below the painter in the representation of visible things, and far below the musician in that of invisible things. Why does the eye see a thing more clearly in dreams than the imagination when awake?,"Leonardo da Vinci.

This is an awesome poem! Would you mind looking at "Answer Me" and commenting? Awesome Poem! :)

on Nov. 17 2009 at 10:37 am
ilovetinkerbell GOLD, Raytown, Missouri
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Favorite Quote:
Be yourself!!!

great poem. I LOVE IT!! it truly relates to my life. keep up the good work.

on Nov. 14 2009 at 1:06 pm
bluemagnet22 PLATINUM, Dearborn Hts, Michigan
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Favorite Quote:
You were born an origanal why die a copy?The secret to success is the consistency to pursue.To the world you may be one person,but to one person you may be the world.To receive the right answer,you must ask the right question.Don't worry be happy! :)

Great poem

It's so true and relatable

I like it alot!

thanx for commenting on my poem

Tybalt SILVER said...
on Nov. 12 2009 at 4:25 pm
Tybalt SILVER, Coral Springs, Florida
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I like it a lot. I like how it gets better for the person in the end. If you like poetry, you might like to try sonnets or something that has rules. If you can be expressive with the restrains, when you take them off (like in a poem withought rules) you will be even more expressive. Just an idea.