You think you know me?
You don’t have a clue.
This lie you see,
It hides what’s true.
You know the smart girl,
Who doesn’t have to try,
Just gets good grades
In the blink of an eye.
She’s talented and smart.
Nothing you wouldn’t do
Just to trade lives with her,
But if you only knew.
The pain that eats her heart.
The tears that she’s cried.
Can’t you hear the screaming?
Coming from inside.
What she’s been through.
How much she wants to die.
The loneliness that breaks her.
The truth she must hide.
If you ever felt her pain,
You’d be mortified.
Which is why no one can know
The life inside.
You think you know me?
Maybe you do . . .
But I’m just the lie
That hides the truth.
Your poem is well written and has a nice flow to it. Your theme is one that many have in there lives. If people only knew the true inner feelings they have different attitudes themselves. Usually the grass is not always greener on the other side of the fence.
I love the way people think she's completely perfect when really she is completely opposite of how they think of her. I don't know if this is fiction or nonfiction or not, but it's a really great read.
And I like how it shows conflicts that teenagers, mainly, go through every day that nobody can see.
Wow. That was amazing. You have such a way with words, and that was really deep. Most people think that what they see on the outside is what the person really is, but it's not. Your poem is very insperational, and you are such a talented writer, and poet. Make sure to keep writing, and screw anyone who says otherwise. You have potential.
This is really profound and you can feel all the frustrations, which really built it into a great poem.
"You think you know me? Maybe you do... But I'm just the lie that hides the truth." there could not have been a better ending.
This poem is really well written. It is true that people only see the facade we let them see, not the real person that is inside of us. They see through the real us and make assumptions about who we really are, we they never really know.
She feels so much turmoil inside of her, that she would perfer to die. She is screaming on the inside, but no one can hear her, she is all alone, and no one understands her pain.
I like this poem it reminds me of some of my poetry I have written.
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