Umm this is another one from a couple days ago, when I wrote Worthless......
Our Friend the Mirror
The mirror is our only true friend,
Never ever able to show us lies,
Every detail exhibited is correct,
Revealing every little imperfection,
Depicting our real, flawed selves,
Not the fake ones shown to society.
None but it will always be faithful,
Everyone else will feed us falsehoods,
And we will lap them up greedily,
Not wanting to admit that they are wrong,
Unable, unwilling to deal with the real us,
For we’ve all been taught to ignore it,
To pretend that it doesn’t exist, and never did.
We are much too afraid to display,
The true person that lies inside us all,
And hiding it makes us all liers, imposters,
But we would rather be known as fakes,
Than show our true colors in public.
So therefore we can only really trust mirrors,
For they ensure that we never lose ourselves,
The real selves that are locked away deep inside,
We cannot escape being seen for who we really are,
By the cruel and truthful, yet loyal and faithful, mirror.
And here's another one I did that same day... tho I don't know why the hell I'm posting it anyway cuz it's stupid 😬
Pathetic
These tears I cry today,
Do nothing to help me with my problems,
But they slide down my cheeks nonetheless,
Tears of the unworthy, of the useless,
I can’t seem to do anything right!
When I look at myself,
How can I help but not like what I see?
Look, I can’t even write a damn poem,
That’s how well off I am right now.
I see what this is, a “pity me” poem,
When pity’s the last thing that I want,
I only want to curl up in a corner,
While everyone and everything else disappears,
But there’s no chance of that happening,
So I just have to deal with it, don’t I?
Yeah, that’s exactly it, get over myself.
I must sound like the biggest whiner ever,
Complaining about how I hate my life,
When there’s so many others worse off than me,
How pathetic could I possibly be,
I’m even looking forward to school again,
So I’ll actually have something to do,
Other than feel sorry for myself.
Why am I even bothering to write this?
It’s not doing anyone any good anyway,
No one’s going to want to read this crap,
And I’ve had enough of all this bullsh*t,
So here ends my poor excuse for a poem.
Originally posted by Coldfiregoodie for some weird reason i find it innocent like a kid worte it its nice
Umm this is another one from a couple days ago, when I wrote Worthless......Our Friend the Mirror
The mirror is our only true friend,
Never ever able to show us lies,
Every detail exhibited is correct,
Revealing every little imperfection,
Depicting our real, flawed selves,
Not the fake ones shown to society.
None but it will always be faithful,
Everyone else will feed us falsehoods,
And we will lap them up greedily,
Not wanting to admit that they are wrong,
Unable, unwilling to deal with the real us,
For we’ve all been taught to ignore it,
To pretend that it doesn’t exist, and never did.
We are much too afraid to display,
The true person that lies inside us all,
And hiding it makes us all liers, imposters,
But we would rather be known as fakes,
Than show our true colors in public.
So therefore we can only really trust mirrors,
For they ensure that we never lose ourselves,
The real selves that are locked away deep inside,
We cannot escape being seen for who we really are,
By the cruel and truthful, yet loyal and faithful, mirror.
Originally posted by Coldfiresad ending it not poor excuse its good i like sad poems
And here's another one I did that same day... tho I don't know why the hell I'm posting it anyway cuz it's stupid 😬Pathetic
These tears I cry today,
Do nothing to help me with my problems,
But they slide down my cheeks nonetheless,
Tears of the unworthy, of the useless,
I can’t seem to do anything right!
When I look at myself,
How can I help but not like what I see?
Look, I can’t even write a damn poem,
That’s how well off I am right now.I see what this is, a “pity me” poem,
When pity’s the last thing that I want,
I only want to curl up in a corner,
While everyone and everything else disappears,
But there’s no chance of that happening,
So I just have to deal with it, don’t I?
Yeah, that’s exactly it, get over myself.I must sound like the biggest whiner ever,
Complaining about how I hate my life,
When there’s so many others worse off than me,
How pathetic could I possibly be,
I’m even looking forward to school again,
So I’ll actually have something to do,
Other than feel sorry for myself.Why am I even bothering to write this?
It’s not doing anyone any good anyway,
No one’s going to want to read this crap,
And I’ve had enough of all this bullsh*t,
So here ends my poor excuse for a poem.
Originally posted by snehin
goodie for some weird reason i find it innocent like a kid worte it its nicesad ending it not poor excuse its good i like sad poems
Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
Our friend the mirror... true in ways, I like the poem, not all people lie to ya, hahaha.... ok.Pathetic.... , a good reality check poem. alotta unhappiness hon, you ok?
Yeah I'm ok now hug It was just one of those days where you feel you can't do ANYTHING right.... almost threw the Thumbs Up Simba in the garbage can cuz I was doing it at the time, and that partially contributed cuz it looked like crap before I fixed it.... gah it was a really messed up day... but I was over it in a couple hours *shrugs*
Here's a song that I heard today and really liked, and it's true about me too 🙂
COUNT ON ME
DEFAULT
I know that life ain't always good to you.
I've seen exactly what it’s put you through
Thrown you around and turned you upside down and so you
You got to thinking there was no way out
You started sinking and it pulled you down
It may be tough you've got to get back up
Because you know that life ain't over yet
I'm here for you so don't forget
You can count on me
Cause’ I will carry you till you carry on
Anytime you need someone
Somebody strong to lean on
Well you can count on me
To hold you till the healing is done
And every time you fall apart
Well you can hide here in my arms
And you can count on me
To hold you till that feeling is gone
I wonder why nobody's waiting on you
I'd like to be the one to pull you through your darkest times
I'd love to be the light that finds you
I see a silver lining on your cloud
I'll pick you up whenever you fall down
Just take my hand and I will help you stand
Because you know that life ain't over yet
I'm here for you so don't forget
You can count on me
Cause’ I will carry you till you carry on
Anytime you need someone
Somebody strong to lean on
Well you can count on me to hold you till the healing is done
And every time you fall apart you can hide here in my arms
And you can count on me to hold you till that feeling is
Gone so you can live today
Say so long to yesterday
Keep on counting on me to carry you till you carry on
Carry on
You know that life ain’t over yet
I’m here for you so don’t forget
You can count on me cause I will carry you till you carry on
Anytime you need someone
Somebody strong to lean on
Well you can count on me to hold you till that healing is done
And every time you fall apart
You can hide here in my arms
And you can count on me to hold you till that feeling is gone
Remember life ain’t over yet
I’m here for you so don’t forget
That you can count on me to hold you till that feeling is gone
Remember life ain’t over yet
I’m here for you so don’t forget
That you can count on me to hold you till that feeling is gone
Originally posted by supernovadragon
Well it is good to see that your sudden moodswings arnt affectting your poetry
😛 iv missed seeing u guys and i will have a new poem in my thread soon so come and check it out
Originally posted by snehin
erm i donno who u are but new poem im checkin out