Last night, I was feeling totally "like-I'm-going-to-cry" (you know that kind of feeling) cause I was so frustrated with this "personal matter" (don't even try to guess what it is). I was about to turn on Sarah McLachlan's "Mirrorball" CD (like, my favorite CD in my collection...It's very soothing), then BOOM!!!! this one line popped into my head and I wrote it down and turned it into a poem (it's the first line of the poem). I guess it sort of explains my feelings right then, just kind of. The second verse is more of what I feel all the time. But, here we go...
I like to think that I'm thought of
Though sometimes I know that I'm not
Try not to let pride get me caught up
And I'll work with the things that I've got
I like to think that I'm pretty
It helps keep my self esteem high
Some others might think diff'rently
I'll just pass them all by
The past might be intimidating
Tears spilled over what I have missed
I know that I shouldn't be hating
I should be happy I even exist
My eyes have been known to grow green
When they bring up secret mem'ries, I hate myself
The green is the green of envy
I'll keep it under the surface and no one can tell.
((As long as nobody knows, they can't get hurt...
right??))
Yeah. There it is. And remember that I wrote this poem. No telling how mad I will get if I see it somewhere in the forums. Then I will go to whomevers house and...yeah. I know where you people keep your silverware, so beware!!!! No. Seriously (just not the part about the stalking and the silverware) I will get mad. Well, I felt like venting some more, so that's done and I'm gawne.
P.S. Please comment!!
 AquilaTheEagle161 · Sat Dec 16, 2006 @ 06:36pm · 2 Comments |
