Alone Poem

I wrote this one night in my room when I realized that people around me thought I was happy. I wanted to write down the truth. I wanted to write down how I felt.

Just Look

© Bryan Rankin
Look into my eyes
Tell me what you see
It won't be happy
It won't be pretty

The way I act
Makes me seem happy
It makes me seem fine
But look into my eyes

There you will see
See the hurt
See the hate
In my eyes I will seem distant

Look into my eyes
There you will see everything
Everything I hold inside
There you will see me

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Published: May 2009

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  • I can relate to this so much. Everyday I put on a fake smile and laugh, but behind my eyes tears are constantly building. Nobody has respect here to truly look a person in the eyes. I love that sometimes

    Oscar De Grouche, Timonium Submitted Jan 2011
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  • Everyday I use a fake smile, a fake laugh. I've been told by friends that when they look into my eyes that they can see what I'm really feeling, but once I let them go to show what I'm really feeling I regret it and put them back up.

    Samantha, Arizona Submitted Mar 2011
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  • This is exactly how I feel. I wrote a poem similar to this for school but didn't turn it in, I didn't want anyone to know how I actually feel.

    Amber, Florida Submitted Mar 2011
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  • I try to hide and when I lay down at night I cry but now that my world is tumbling down I cry in public with sun glasses and eyeliner on.

    Christina,Ohio Submitted May 2011
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  • Yeah I am a girl who doesn't have a life, yes I am a teenager but I am different. I can understand I spent 3 years talking to nobody at my school. I just watched. Me I am a figment of everyone's imagination although very real. I fight to smile but haven't in awhile. My friends are 3 people and they make me the listener. I listen to their problems they don't ask about mine. I have learned a lot of things just by watching staying behind the scenes of this so called life we all lead. I want to fit in but people are so mean. I love this poem because we all are masked and hidden behind the faces others want to see. I cry when nobody can see me.

    Evi , Oklahoma Submitted Jan 2012
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