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Poems
Venom
Your words, they bite
Into the flesh of my arm
Forcing the hatred into my veins
And causing my sadness
To grow as your venom spreads
To my feet and to my brain
I am allergic to your venom
And there is no antidote for me
Anger
When I anger, I do not yell
I do not cry,I do not fight
Instead, I lie there and think
About everything wrong with me
And let it seep into my mind
Intruding my brain
And making my happiness hide
Scars
Once you look around at people’s arms
At people’s legs and people’s scars
You start to see who they truly are
And what they did
Where they are
You finally get to know them
Instead of a smile
Instead of a laugh
You get to know their past
Stage
Feet make contact with the floor
The room is silent
My arms start to shake
I see the mic and I lean into it
I can hear myself
And then I’m gone
My voice turns off like a radio
And no sound will come out
Tears start to roll
Like credits on a movie screen
Everyone is watching me
As I stand there and say the words I know
I do not forget them
I continue on
It takes all of my strength to finish up
And it takes all I have to walk on once again
And say my name and hers
Hands are clapping and I walk once more
Towards the line of my friends
Waiting for me with open arms
Sorry
I say the word often
I do not know any else
To say what I am feeling
I do not know why I am this way
I just want to make others happy
But everything I do is a mistake,it seems
And the words I say lose their meaning
I say it over and over again
But for me
Its meaning is endless
Happy
Happiness is not entirely foreign
For sometimes when I smile
I do feel joy
But other times I feel empty
As if everything is a lie
When people tell you to smile
They do not mean a real one
They mean one that they consider
A smile good enough
To pass itself off onto your face
Scratch
I used to scratch and itch my arms
Until the skin was torn
And ripped and bloody
Until it stung enough to hurt
Until I had to go to the nurse
But maybe all I wanted
Was for someone to notice

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I'm from a small town of Fairfield Iowa. I've dealt with a lot, even going to the hospital twice. These poems are ways of expressing myself to others, and letting them know how I think.