Not Made of Steel

9/2/10 title image by rocksane http://rocksane.deviantart.com/

You yell and you scream

I can’t speak my mind

You say what you mean

Boy, you’re one of a kind

‘Cuz, I’m so scared

I seem to mean so little

Just me and my heart

Caught in the middle

Middle of a life

You’ve had planned from the start

And no matter the practice

I can’t play my part

We fight and we wage

Wars we can’t win

All in a battle

Just to fit in

But, I don’t seem to fit

Your perfect ideal

You can’t hurt me forever

I’m not made of steel

My heart is not stone

For you to chisel away

And one day I’ll leave you

Despite what you say

I won’t ever come back

And beg on my knees

I won’t call out your name

Or cry to you, “Please!”

No, you’ve hurt me too much

For me to forgive

But I’ll get over it now

And I’ll learn to live

Each day for today

As a gift that is given

And I will keep going

You won’t be forgiven

‘Cuz I’m not a stone

With which to tamper and play

And you’ll have to grow up

If you want me to stay.

Author's Note

Please read and review, I'm really interested in what you have to say! All criticism is constructive criticism! THANK YOU!

Reviews

[SpokenWord]

I meet so many people who are at the end of love just waiting for their hearts to die so they can move on. They say that death is a process, and to me so is love. It burns quickly, inflaming anyone near then it seems to fizzle out over time slowly, burning less and less until the two seem like they don't even like each other. Why do we forget how that person made us feel the first time we held hands, or kissed. Why does the magic fade? Like you once I am done I am done, never go back, never retreat. What do I think of this poem? it speaks the truth and what else matters?

[Aven]

full of frustration and yearning... put them together and you got poetry!

[Crow]

Thank you, this is a wonderful piece. Poetry is an emotional expression from the heart put into words, there is no right or wrong. I am my own worst critic, and had I not laxed up some I would not be here.

Keep writing, if I ever see anything I will be honest with you.