Hippocrates We All Are, Accept It, Deny It, We've All Tried It.

January 4, 2011
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There's something wrong with the world of today
People using words the wrong way
Throwing around
Adjective and nouns
Just to see how they feel, how they sound
Without once thinking what effect it will have to others
Not at all thinking of another
Mind or body that could be hurt by what's said
How long those things could twist and turn in their head
When really
Whomever has said the
Words cannot see
What they're doing
To he
You and me
They're blind
Their hearts unkind
Blocking emotional pain
Hiding that they're insain
Afraid of all that's true
Thinking they're of the few
That feel this way
When all they need to do is say
Who they are
Not point out their scars
Our cuts, our bruises
Need not be shown need not be used as
Cries for attention
Pleas of respect and
For our lost soul and our
Sore hearts our
Broken-down minds
From searching for answers, the words to define
Who we are
What with every scar
When, see
In reality
Need not we
Search for what isn't meant to be
And try to see
Who we are not to be
Through the
Words twisted and turned by the
Youth of today
And all the words we say
Without a thought
Of how they've made us fought
To be accepted
Rather than rejected
Still searching for that acceptance
Another glance
A second chance
To explain why
You only wish to cry
And how you
Want to explain to
Your family
That you need them to see
Who you are
And how you've come so far
As to even think
That you could say no to that drink
Decline that smoke
Telling yourself it'd make you choke
Becoming this way
Has made them say
How you're so good
"Such a great kid"
Proving that you could
Fight back instead of just being hid
When really
You need them to see
How you really
Feel inside, think each day
And ask yourself why you are this way
Drilling your head
Reminding yourself it's better this way
Rather than laying dead
Then you ask if that'd be better
Than sitting here writing this letter
To tell all the others
What they're doing to oneanother
How those little things
Stab and bruise, gash and sting
Causing a constant ringing
Inside your head
That only music can mend
Not even when you lay to bed
Does the sleep lend
A helping hand
To banish these thoughts from dreamland
And the next day
All you have to look to
Is those little things pointed at you
Each look given and word they say
With each gash and scar and word unkind
They've all left you behind

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Skullcuffz said...
Jan. 20, 2011 at 8:10 am
nice work i understand where your coming from as well.. although it was alot longer than i expected (: GREAT JOB
Katie.H.D replied...
Jan. 20, 2011 at 7:44 pm
Thank you so much for reading. (:
Sorry that it was so long... but that's the only way I could really get my point accross.
blackrose326 said...
Jan. 13, 2011 at 12:28 pm
Oh my goodness.. i LOVE it:) it reminded me alot of wht ive been through:( your an amazing writer keep up the good work:)
Katie.H.D replied...
Jan. 13, 2011 at 3:22 pm
Thank you so much! (: I'm glad you like it.
When I write I try to relate to others with rhythm; you're not the only one who has gone through this, trust me.
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