Stop.
Stop with the stares,
The labels,
The looks of distain
When a tear is shed at the pain you made.
Stop.
Stop whispering in "secret",
Venom dripping,
Voices laughing loudly,
Making sure Im close enough to hear what you say.
Stop.
Stop pretending you care,
False compassion,
It cuts like a knife,
While you turn and humiliate, betraying my trust.
Stop.
No one is perfect,
Especially me,
But definately not you,
The more you try pretending, the more your flaws show.
So Stop.
Stop trying to be perfect,
Living lies,
Beating me down,
Hating that I don't try and wear that same perfect facade.
Stop.
You're just hurting yourself,
Unending pain,
Your endless lies suffocating,
We all know you aren't perfect, so why keep pretending?
Stop.
Your hateful words and glares,
Impaling hearts,
Making others feel weak,
While you're in reality the weakest of all.
Stop.
Stop excluding in delusion,
None's better,
Unless you choose to be worse,
So quit the charade, the poison-laced words.
Stop.
Tricking yourself day by day,
Lying endlessly,
Hurting others who would never hurt you,
Out of all these lines, I have only one thing to say to you.
Stop.
I love love love love love this. I can't help but notice a few mistakes, but that has nothing to do with your power of writing.
Definitely is spelled incorrectly, and I think maybe you were trying to say "disdain" or "distaste" but you spelled "distain" instead and in one line "I'm" is "Im" without the apostrophe.
It's quite good, nice flow with some halting cuts that give it a diverse texture.
It forced me to reflect on myself a little bit. I love poison laced words. If I was less of a sociopath it may have even inspired change in myself... And for that I call this very good writing.
I would say so many of us have felt this. We wanted to say this, but didn't know how. I can surely relate to this--how people treat each other.. If we all just stopped and saw the 'mindlessness' of our actions once in a while, maybe we'd mend our ways.. I like your writing style and layout of the poem. It reminded me of my own. Nice work! (=
It's always good to stop and think about thy why and not about who else is doing it, too. I know that now a majority of people like to go with the flow and if one strays, they're wrong (which isn't the case sometimes). Negative peer pressure still goes on and it hurts society. I like what you did in your poem that went along of that lines of thinking about our actions. Some do things without thinking, some do it for wealth, for a liking or hobby, etc. Motivation also has to do with our actions.
In my head, "When a tear is shed at the pain you *HAVE* made." flowed a bit better, for what it is worth.
Totally up to you though, there may be many who disagree, and it could just be that way because of the tempo that I read it at in my head.
I feel as though I have literally felt and said all of these lines in my head once before. This poem is so relatable simply because I know how it feels to think this way and have this happen to me. You captured my thoughts dead on. Thank you for sharing. Beautiful. And hey, don't care what others think, it's only your opinion of yourself that matters. :)
I love to write, read, sing, and act. I write all kinds of things songs, poems, stories all that kind of thing in all different genres. I mostly do fantasy, though, it's my favorite! Someday I hope to.. more..