1. Who They Wanted Her To Be
She took a deep breath.
She counted to three,
A picture in her head
Of who they wanted me to be.
Published: January 2020
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She took a deep breath.
She counted to three,
A picture in her head
Of who they wanted me to be.
I love this poem, truly touching. It's painfully frustrating how many poems of depression ends up suddenly hopeful or slightly better, always out on a 'good' note where they end up feeling...
I'm great, fine, spectacular. In a way
I relish every night, and I live every day.
I live, I laugh, I write, I sing.
I wonder what the new days will bring.
Yeah, I know depression sucks. I put on a mask, and when I get home I break down, wanting to die. It hurts going through school pretending to be okay, and when someone asks if you're okay,...
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Analysis of Form and Technique
I'm tired.
Tired of the constancy,
the constancy of judgment.
Tired of hiding,
I lived in an abusive household for the first nine years of my life. Suffering sexual assault, beatings, starvation, all at the hands of the people who were supposed to protect me. When I was...
She is happy and friendly,
People say every day.
Shy but happy,
And loving, they say.
My name is Cherzel. I'm turning 18 this year. I have been suffering with depression and anxiety for four years now - ever since my childhood best friend back-stabbed my family and my dad got...
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What do you call it when all you feel is pain?
When your loved ones look at you and all you feel is shame?
When you're tired of living and playing this game?
When you know your life is meaningless and you're the only one to blame?
Sadly, nowadays that's how a good bit of the world's population describes how they feel and the thoughts on their emotional state about their life in general. It's sad. It's NOT you it's...
Nobody knows how different I am
The outside of me is not afraid
Not full of pain, or even ashamed
I smile and all of those ignorant fools believe
Death, pain, sorrow, these are the things that most of us know. Very few of us know what true love is like or have even had a first kiss, yet we've all felt pain, or is it just me who feels...
in Fall Poems
Looking out my window
In October's golden light,
I see a beauty unsurpassed,
A truly lovely sight.
The poem portrays the beauty of the fall, just as Keats famously wrote: "Thou hast thy music too!" Nature's pristine beauty is a treat to the human eye. The references to the golden light,...
in Anger Poems
Standing in self-hatred,
drowning in my tears.
Looking back on my life,
what I've been through the past 18 years.
This poem deeply touched me, because I can completely relate to it. I have always lived in my brother's shadow, and most times, I wonder if my mom ever even cares or listens to me. This poem,...
Live in the moment,
Just take it all in.
Pay attention to everything,
Right there and right then.
That was touching. It really said my whole life. I'm too busy with everything and I'm memorizing this to my heart. I'm busy with school. I take too much time thinking about tomorrow than...
I watch you walk away from me,
And the tears start to fall.
I ask myself a million times,
How did we lose it all?
I lived with my best friend, her husband, and their adorable daughter. I was there when she was pregnant and had the baby. I helped her with the baby, and everything seemed to be going well....
in Crying Poems
I come when pain
Becomes too much to take.
I come when you're sad,
Or your heart starts to break.
This poem is well written and beautiful. I just became a member on this site and your poem is one of the first ones I read. What a great way to start.
I bend but do not break.
I've been lost, but I'm not a loser.
I'm a wreck, but I'm not totaled.
I'm fractured but not broken.
I really love this poem! I can definitely relate. Just recently I had to end a friendship, and I felt terrible about it. I felt broken, felt as though I had failed, but I came to realize that...
I cry myself to sleep at night
Just wishing it would stop.
Maybe tomorrow it will cease.
Then again, maybe not.
Same here! This poem and description relates to me when I was bullied for being German. And maybe because I also suffered from rheumatiod arthrities on top of that. I had freinds in high...
You may see me struggle,
but you won't see me fall.
Regardless if I'm weak or not,
I'm going to stand tall.
This is the best poem that I have ever read in my entire life. I grew up in a family where I had to see my mother being abused by my dad several times since I was five years old. I am 15...
in Inspirational Poems by Teens
I used to be that girl,
The one who hid in the shadows,
The one who hid her face from others,
The one who drowned in her tears.
I had a similar childhood in which many rejected my company. As I grew up, I identified my skills and I could draw the attention of others. My teachers were helpful in this regard. I feel...
Look not back on yesterday
or what you have left behind.
For only today is yours to claim,
and this moment only is your time.
Very easy read. Very good content. Advice I agree with. It can be hard for me to leave yesterday behind, but I can't relive it. So, I access it for what I did well and wrong. I try to learn...
See that girl,
The one with the smile?
Do you know she's been hurting for a while?
I have thought about suicide and got everything ready, but I thought, "They can't win this battle." I've gotten pills, scissors, all sorts of stuff. I cut myself. I harm. There are always...
I met you as a stranger, then took you as my friend.
Our friendship is something that will never end.
When I was in darkness that needed some light,
You came to me and hugged me tight.
We will always be friends right till the end. Life might be hard, but you'll always have a place in my heart. I love you like a sister. When we fall out, I count to three 1..2..3 and you'll...
Analysis of Form and Technique
Life may not let me choose my lot,
But whether I'd be happy or not...
That is my choice.
I really loved this poem. It is simple but lovely, the sort of thing you could hand to anyone having troubles with life. The choice is theirs to let things worry them and spoil their lives or...
in Anger Poems
Tell me how to love someone
who doesn't love me back.
Tell me how to respect someone
Dad, you were never home and I rarely ever saw you. When you were, you would only come to pass through. Your stench of alcohol was so strong. When you'd drink, we'd never get along. In your...
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