Just Be You
why are you so different when you're with friends
yet when we're alone you let your heart unbend.
you try to act cool; you try to act tough
but when it's just us you're none of that stuff.
why are you so different when you're with friends
yet when we're alone you let your heart unbend.
you try to act cool; you try to act tough
but when it's just us you're none of that stuff.
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In each of us,
There's a sun
That shines
And lights the gloomy day away.
This poem is so beautiful! So full of truth and written from the heart! I've been reading a lot of inspirational poems lately, for I have been going through depression. So reading this poem...
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
but words will never hurt me.
That old saying is such nonsense.
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What do you do when your world falls apart,
When your secrets rip and tear at your heart?
What happens when the truth becomes a lie,
When your own happiness you defy?
When you look in the mirror do you see what I can see?
Your body and your spirit so unbreakable and free
When I look at every one of you, I hope you know I care.
I hope you know you're beautiful and not a soul on Earth compares.
Erica, I love how you write your beautiful poems. That really makes me feel so wonderful that I can't even express, but I'm feeling pretty sad that you haven't share more poems within the...
A young girl born and put in this place
With a warm and distinctive look on her face
As she got older she was not like the rest
She was kind of different and her mother knew best
Beautiful Poem! I think this poem could be about someone homeless because the part where it said you pass her on the street. I love this, it is so amazing! Definitely the story of what teens...
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You might not understand it, you might just ask why
That all I want to do is just lay down and die.
I tried to get help; I tried to see the light,
Hey I had Depression and I looked to God and he delivered me and saved me, because through him anything is possible!
The paint brush is mine
To have and to hold
As I stare at the canvas
I let my story unfold
I liked this poem. It was really good and simple but effective. Keep writing.
Seriously, I don't believe in 'em anymore. I told my problems regarding my love life to her, and what she did was spill the beans to my mum. In return of trusting in her I got a nice round of...