Alone Poem by Teens

This is a poem that I wrote a few months back, from the outside I look like that kind of girl who seems to never feel sad but on the inside I hurt really bad. You can't always see the pain someone is feeling.

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Even when I am alone, I feel this way. I have scars on my wrist from the times I couldn't take the pain of living with people who tell you you're not good enough. that no matter what you do...

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I Am Alone

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Published: May 2011

The yells,
yells and screams,
unwanted dreams,
I'm never wanted,
as it seems.

My wrists,
Wrists with scars that show,
friends are the only ones,
that truly know.

Sitting,
sitting on my bed,
all the screams,
go through my head.

Searching,
searching for my dreams,
just trying,
to ignore the screams.

Falling,
falling, I am lost,
a broken heart,
that's what it costs.

Chances,
chances I try to take,
but each time I try,
my heart sure breaks.

Sing,
sing and dance is what I do,
spend all my life,
trying to impress you.

Gone,
gone, I'm all alone,
no one here to heal,
my heart of stone.

Greatness,
greatness is in my soul,
but when I speak out,
I become a fool.

People,
people everywhere,
when I walk by,
they all just stare.

Same,
same, I want to shout,
they all fit in,
but I stand out.

Running,
running from my fears,
I have no one,
to wipe my tears.

Trusting,
Trusting in my heart,
somewhere in this world,
I'll find my part.

Boom,
Boom, my heart beats slow,
there will be a time,
when I shall glow.

Cheering,
cheering, I must not boast,
I owe it all,
to my ghost.

Smile,
smile, I must not frown,
many people,
I can't let down.

Sometimes,
sometimes I pretend I'm okay,
I hold back the tears,
and just walk away.

Now,
so now my heart is stone,
wish someone could see,
that I'm all alone.

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  • Makayla Hanna by Makayla Hanna, Louisiana
  • 9 years ago

Even when I am alone, I feel this way. I have scars on my wrist from the times I couldn't take the pain of living with people who tell you you're not good enough. that no matter what you do or say or accomplish, you will always be no good. I have had times where I have tried to stop myself and nearly succeeded but ended up failing. but I strongly believe one day it can stop, but no one knows, except the ones closest to me, and not even they can help...

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