November 14, 2011
I look in the mirror and see a girl who looks like me.

In her eyes, I see traces of tears. Tears of joy and sadness.

I look past her smile and see a face full of pain.

She's hurting inside, but no one seems to notice or much less care.

They see her smile and assume everything is alright,

But no one takes the time to find out whats really going on.

She tries to speak and let them know how she really feels,

But she only says what they want to hear.

She's suffering inside from complacency and compromise.

No one understands her.

She's trapped.

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youngspeare said...
Dec. 13, 2011 at 1:41 am
Great poem! I can so relate to it! :)Keep posting. 
Please check out my poem "Ghosts of the Past" and rate/comment? I'd really appreciate it! 
LoudDreamer said...
Nov. 21, 2011 at 11:58 am
I like this, it is very good, very easy to understand and be sympathetic with the emotion behind it. However, although free verse is called free verse, I always thought (someone correct me if Im wrong, free vers isn't my forte) that the thing that makes it a poem IS its form. The way its cut imitates speach. It makes it possible to SEE a person voice (as weird as that sounds) when you read it. I don't think that should dertact from the unique style and talent you showed, though, expecially since... (more »)
lonelyLaviathin replied...
Nov. 21, 2011 at 1:29 pm
bravo. that's me in a nutshell
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