by Natalia, eleventh grade poet
love love love
where do I begin
Am I your little toy
your favorite game
your ultimate prey
Are you ashamed at all
when my salty tears hit the ball room floor
So many nights I’ve cried in the destruction
you leave behind every time
when my world crumbles
you seem to prance over the rubble
You give me a glint of hope still
your just a bitter sweet taste in my mouth
It’s so cruel
what you do
Just to let you know
you’re in for a rude awakening
I never stay down for long
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by Allison, twelfth grade poet
The picture you show me is a lie.
When I look at you,
I do not see the person I am inside,
But I see the thing that causes me pain.
You do not show me the truth,
Or maybe it is just a cruel truth.
You do not show me the comfort I need
Nor the reassurance that could keep me satisfied.
Who are you to show me who I am?
It’s not your place to dictate my happiness.
But you are always there,
Staring back at me.
I do not like you because of your cruel sense of humor.
Not only do you show me my flaws,
But you point out the greatness of others
Making me feel useless.
You are my reflection.
In my mirror
In the window I’m passing by
And in the water of my bath.
You are my depressing reminder
And my true source of hate.
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