June 25, 2012
You start playing with your bracelets again
That's when I notice you're wearing too many
Hiding won't work now
I'm smarter then I was then
You're trying to cover up the truth
But the bracelets slip
I don't say anything
I've already tried
I just can't help you anymore
Remember fourth grade?
We used to tell each other everything
Now we are separated by the scars you carve on your arm

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jetta.ckThis 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. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Mar. 11, 2013 at 7:36 pm
I absolutely love when you say that there are "too many" bracelets on her arm. That part, to me, really stuck out and struck a soft spot in my heart. The only thing that I would recommend, which you really don't need at all, is to make the ending a bit less blunt. I already knew what the poem was about when I was halfway through, and felt that when you said the scars on her arm was a "captain obvious" moment. That's just my opinion, though; I like to keep poetry a lit... (more »)
In_Love_with_Writing said...
Jan. 23, 2013 at 7:48 pm
You are very talented. I absolutely love this poem :)
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