June 14, 2011
I am feared by few,
Teased, never a runaway.
Yet, if tested by one or two,
My brilliance is on display.

Really, I seem strong-
Large, bold, and everything fine-
But, inside, there is wrong
In this large heart of mine.

I see all things,
Omniscient to secrets and lies.
My mouth open, a word sings
What you can’t see with your eyes.

Conflicted with the laws of love,
Yet content with the silence.
Inside, I am a mourning dove,
Weak from my independence.

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CaptainFabulous This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jun. 18, 2011 at 7:51 pm

very good poem love it you have talent!!

you should check out one of mine sometime :D


dolphin13 said...
Jun. 18, 2011 at 11:23 am

I love it! The part about you being like a peacock on the outside, but a mourning dove inside is wonderful. Keep on writing!


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