Fear Poem

Poem About Feeling Confusion

This poem is about my worries for the future. Sometimes I do not feel very smart, but with a poem in my mind, anything is possible. Not only that, but I can express myself best this way.

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I grew up watching my dad and mum argue every single night, he bashed her, over and over again. If it hurt me and I was only watching, imagine being her. Attacked with a chair, with a beer...

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Last Resort

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Published: November 2009

A plethora of predicaments race in my mind at best.
Which one can I fathom to ponder about next?
Shall I even think of acting upon what my mind stirs about,
or cry my soul asleep by this never-ending drought? 
What will my career be?
The words "last resort" come screaming at me with no one to yell halt. 
The quick years will pass; then they will hit me and it's my own fault. 
All of my solutions come bearing a bag of infinite errors.
My late-night thoughts give me shrieking terrors. 
At what point in time does this maze come to a close?
On the inside I am slowly weeping, but on the outside I pose. 
I look around my room and it does not express myself. 
Question creeps in my eyes at the princess sign of the shelf. 
I am feeling confusion; don't worry, not despair. 
All I really want in this life is to be without a care.

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  • Allison. by Allison.
  • 7 years ago

I grew up watching my dad and mum argue every single night, he bashed her, over and over again. If it hurt me and I was only watching, imagine being her. Attacked with a chair, with a beer bottle, anything at all! She never told anyone, never done anything to make it stop or get herself better again.
I was 13 when they broke up, I'm now 16. And it still hasn't sunk in. I haven't accepted any of it yet, and I still love him as much as I did before any of it, she hates that. Sometimes I think that makes me a horrible person. So I do everything and anything to make myself feel as exhausted as she would have after every single one of those nights. I'm 16 and weigh 40 kgs.

  • Cynthia Camarena by Cynthia Camarena
  • 7 years ago

About two and a half year ago I was being abused by my step brother. It happened for eight years and my mother knew it was a secret from the whole world. Now I am away from that home but I still live with thoughts and fear. I am self harming bulimic and anorexic I am slowly getting through it. I need people my age (13) who have gone through the same thing for support.

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