Sad Poem by Teens

The Mask I Have Carried For So Long

The things I write in my poems are exactly how I feel and are more secretive than anything else. And more than that, they are sacred to me because no one knows how I feel.

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I'm sick of being the smallest child. I hate when people think they can overrule me just because I'm short. They think they can beat me up. I tried so many time to fight back, but I always...

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Final Retreat

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Published: June 2014

She cries at night.
I guess you never knew
she slices her skin,
but why would she tell you?

She hides it inside,
a mask she always wears.
You will never see her cry
though her heart has many tears.

She bleeds within,
she cries out in pain,
she forces a fake smile ,
and acts as she has been trained.

No one sees her scars
or the pain she keeps hidden.
Her only escape is her dear friend "razor"
and her dreams to give in.

She'll run from here,
far, far away.
She runs from her fear
and her self-hatred.

She cannot escape this.
She knows this to be true,
so she slices her wrists
and tells herself, "I hate you!"

She leaves without a trace.
She begs to die.
she succumbs to death's cold embrace.
She feels she has won,
has finished the race.

She has no more scars.
She lives in her old dreams.
She has a place reserved amongst the stars.
This is her final retreat.

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  • Sammy CA by Sammy CA
  • 6 years ago

I'm sick of being the smallest child. I hate when people think they can overrule me just because I'm short. They think they can beat me up. I tried so many time to fight back, but I always end up on the wrong end of the road. I just wish for this to be gone. But until that happens I'm am forever not the same till then.

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