May 23, 2017
By isabellegrossman17 BRONZE, Brookfield, Wisconsin
isabellegrossman17 BRONZE, Brookfield, Wisconsin
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Your ghost haunted me last night in my dream
Taunting me with how I wanted things to be
I woke and let my pillow catch my tear
All I want is to be able to smile
But instead I feel my heart die
Because what we had was based on a lie


Were all those secrets you whispered in my ear really just lies
So that I would trust you and whisper back my biggest dream?
Stomach churning, I think of what you said to me the night I wanted to die
How you forced me to morph into what you wanted me to be
I sacrificed everything just to see you smile
But in return, all you left me with was a broken heart full of tears


I now feel fragile as my face drips with tears
As my life is torn by your lies
It seems I have lost the ability to smile
Your face flashes behind my eyes in my dreams
Haunting my brain with how I want things to be                         I wake and realize that you wanted me to die


Why do you want me to die?
Don’t you care that my eyes are eternally full of tears?
Losing you is so much harder than I thought it would be
You wanted to make me hurt so you created that lie
And your words knit a web to destroy my ability to dream
I shake with rage at the thought that you destroyed my smile


Reassuring voices whisper that I’ll soon have back my smile
That my brain won’t always tell me I want to die
That I can achieve my dream
That you’re just a phase of sadness of tears
Someday soon, everyone will know that you only speak lies
And I can be happy and be what I want to be


My dream is what I want my life to be
My tears have left, I have back my smile
The fake friends died off and everyone else hates you for that lie.

The author's comments:

I am a freshman, and I wrote this poem after a fight with a friend. The way some of the feelings were described in the poem were more exaggerated to my actual feelings, but the overall attitude of the poem lines up with my attitude about the situation. My poem was originally a full sestina, but I shortened it to only a few stanzas in order to keep the piece from dragging on. I hope that from my poem people can gain insight into what it feels like to lose an important person in their lives, and to also think twice before saying things about people behind their backs, because it can affect a person much more than you may be aware of at the time.

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