1. Just My Mask
Of course I'm fine, why do you ask?
Oh, don't mind this, it's just my mask.
It hides the grief, it hides the strife.
I wear this mask to escape the knife.
When a person is feeling hurt, it is important that they share their feelings with their friends. One of the best ways to process feelings is to share them with friends. Many people are under the mistaken notion that they should not share feelings of sadness because it will bring down the moods of others. This may be true. However, more often than not, we may be able to offer comfort to each other and our friendship will become deeper through the process.
Of course I'm fine, why do you ask?
Oh, don't mind this, it's just my mask.
It hides the grief, it hides the strife.
I wear this mask to escape the knife.
Thank you for your story.
When I was nine years old, I was raped. And it continued for two years. I never told anyone because the man threatened to hurt my family. When I wrote this...
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This poem is really amazing. I am 13. My mother never understands my feeling. I find it very hard to understand what I am feeling. Actually, I do know it deep down but refuse to accept it...
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I want someone to hold me,
But I'm the only one here.
I want someone to listen to me,
But I'm the only ear.
I've been the same way, but you are never alone. God is there for you, Your friends and family care, even if they don't know the best way to show it. People are there to help you; you just...
I'm not sure when it started or why it is so strong.
On the outside I seem happy. No one thinks anything's wrong.
But on the inside I am dying, screaming for someone to see
That the happy smile and carefree laugh is not the real me.
I live with someone who has BPD. AND there is that feeling of loneliness when you feel you're the only one going through a situation. It's a life saver to have friends...any friends even just...
Hear my cries. I need your help.
Please come save me from myself.
Be my friend, a guiding light.
I love this poem. I'm 17 years old, and I also feel that way. Yes, I have a lot of friends, but no one understands.
Shh...listen, don't you hear?
I'm crying, but they are silent tears.
I'm crying on the inside so you can't see
all the pain running though me .
Made me feel so sad. I would cry for hours in my room, in the bathroom, in the shower, and wherever else no one would see me or hear me. I'd wait for my family to be out and me to be by...
I help you through hard times, as you do for me,
But you really don't know how much I hide.
Even though we are the best of friends,
I really don't think you can understand.
For a dad, it's really hard when you’re unable to heal her most precious heart. I read a poem so it can give me ideas on what else I need to say, but what can a dad do if his daughter is...
The angel lost her grace,
As mascara ran down her face.
She forgot love, remembered hate.
She no longer had her faith.
I'm writing this because I am sad, down, and I scuffed my pride. Have you ever loved somebody, even though they did you wrong a million times? Sometimes it is better to hurt than be hurt,...
Fires ablaze within my eyes,
A smile concealing all my lies,
Screaming, begging, calling out,
A final, frantic, desperate, shout.
Honey, no! You are strong. You are beautiful. Don't believe them when they say you deserve it. You don't! Please, whoever you are, know that people in your life will be mean because they are...
You had me, you left me, you never cared.
I was your second child and still you weren't prepared.
On the lonely nights when I was sad,
I can totally relate to this. Reading this brought tears to my eyes. I had to fight to hold them back. My dad and mom left me at the age of 5. They divorced, and I was left. I had no idea...
Walking through the rain,
I try to forget the pain.
I try to ignore the sting in my eyes,
because I know a strong girl never cries.
In his first poem, Jordan has exposed his inner feelings so effectively that I feel like developing a strong bond between us. Not because I have undergone the same experiences but because of...
Slowly I feel myself breaking.
My knees feel weak; it seems I'm shaking.
My arms are tired and my legs feel numb.
My mind in a haywire and I want to run.
Such a touching poem. I love the diction used. It really creates an atmosphere that rhymes well with the subject matter.
There is a girl that everyone knows
Beautiful grin, no worries or woes
Laugh is one you'll never forget
She's living in her past debt
This poem touched my heart. I thought I was the one who feels this way. Thanks a lot.
Each night I find myself sitting against the tree,
Hating myself, locking my heart and throwing away the key,
I sit there and wait, just hoping for the someone who may care.
No one ever comes, nor will they, I am aware.
It was one word...DIVINE. You might think you are forgotten, but your poem will never be forgotten. It will forever sing in our heart. You are a talented poet and you should never stop....
Rain, rain, go away,
Because of you the pain will stay.
Slit my throat, cut out my heart,
Leave me here, tear it apart.
I'm happy to know that Rebecca helped you stop. I don't cut myself, but my best friend has before and still does when times are the worst. Since I met her she has opened my eyes to the...
This is to the guy that I went out of my way to get noticed by,
The one I trusted, the one who told me lies,
The one who made me feel like I was the only one,
The one who was through with me when the sex was done,
The poem reached right into my and soul. I can identify with this girl's horror, as it happened to me at the age of only 11 years old by my eldest sibling. He told me not to say anything or I...
I just wish I could break down,
let it all out, finally be found.
I'm tired of hiding from what hurts;
A very, very nice poem. Thanks for writing and sharing. Sometimes emotions get buried in the heart and refuse to come out. You remain unaware of these buried emotions whether it's pain, hurt,...
The beat of rain upon the land
Broken teardrop in my hand
Shattered remains upon the ground
My beating heart the only sound
I really like this poem. It brings in a lot of memories.
I have a pain so deep you'll never see
I locked it away and hid the key.
If I ever really could share it
You wouldn't look at me the same, I swear it.
Hi, I am 13 too, but I will be 14 soon. I have told my family about my depression 6 months ago. I cut myself sometimes but only on my thigh so no one sees. I know how it feels to be alone,...
No one will ever truly know me.
How can they when they never even try?
Because I smile, they assume I am happy.
I have never been able to be myself. Everyone thinks I'm happy, but I'm not. I hide alone and pretend to be doing something else. I can't cry; if do i'll be caught. I have to pull myself...