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I look at myself in the mirror
Tears of pain stream down my face
I can't believe it happened
I think "What a disgrace"
I don't know why I feel this way
I never provoked it
But somehow it's my fault
I always seems to get hit.
My mom never believes me
She thinks her boyfriend would never do that
She doesn't see him the way I see him
And she always calls me a brat.
She doesn't know how I feel
She doesn't see how much it hurts me
She doesn't see the bruises
I hide them secretly.
She'll never know
She'll never believe me
She loves him more
That I can guarantee.
- Title: Unknown
- Artist: manderz14
- Description: This is my first poem. I don't know if you'll like it. But if you do, please don't steal it and keep it as your own. Thanks!! :D
- Date: 11/25/2008
- Tags: unknown
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Comments (4 Comments)
- Sleeping Cities - 02/09/2009
- This is great, the second paragraph though, the rythem's off a tad, maybe add the word "really" in front of "provked", still 5/5
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- WovenRain - 11/27/2008
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It is amazing but pry painful piece of work.^_^
Great sides of the poetic view. - Report As Spam
- Tiziyon - 11/27/2008
- wow thats really good nice job
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- appleseed77 - 11/26/2008
- i like it (but i wont steal it!!!)...so im guessing it IS based on something thats happened?
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