RefrigeratorA Poem by Beatrice MarsShow me how to feel, 'Cause I never had a heart. Show me how to think, 'Cause I never got taught. Help me live, 'Cause I never had a life.
These are the things I screamed, My new found love for dramatics Sent me out into the rain, Down on my knees, Blaming the night And the dark for my inability To see.
Someone must have heard Me, because You came And changed my life.
Vie? C'est très dramatique!
You showed me how to feel. (I saw the insides of rainbows and Colours I never knew existed)
You showed me how to live
You showed me how to be The person I am now, How to laugh at other people And never at myself.
You taught me paranoia And how to sit up all night, Sweating and shivering, Too frightened to sleep, With thoughts worse than Nightmares.
You made me hate myself For feelings you taught me.
You drove me out on to The street, Screaming at a sky That was trying to be Sunny, in the middle Of a rainstorm.
You showed me how to think, Which is, perhaps, why your Head is now in my Refrigerator. © 2010 Beatrice MarsReviews
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Added on August 12, 2010Last Updated on September 24, 2010 AuthorBeatrice MarsUnited KingdomAboutI'm an 19 year old girl. Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which was Apart, intr.. more..Writing
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