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

Published by Family Friend Poems November 2009 with permission of the Author.

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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by Allison.
12 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.

by Cynthia Camarena
12 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.