YouA Poem by TatterWOW I POSTED SOMETHING NO WAII.You Me Us These words and many more are constantly shrieking through my head, pounding against the sides of my poor, battered skull with bleeding fingers and broken dreams. I just can't stop thinking about you; are you normally this infectious? Does your voice normally cause the innocent hearts of the not-so-innocent fools to skip a beat like a sixth grader in a marching band? Because that's the effect you seem to have on my stupid, exhausted mind, and it's starting to show. I constantly find myself stumbling and tripping along blindly, desperate to find a landmark as I swim through the thick fog that is your eyes. They're very easy to get lost in you know; you should really consider putting signs up in there to help those of us who can't see find our legs and learn to walk again. It wouldn't be easy, as there are so many interesting aspects of you to distract me and lead me off course, but I'm sure you could do it. You always go out of your way to help everyone, even if it hurts you. You're such a selfless idiot, always putting others before yourself. You always say that it's fine, no big deal, I'll be fine in a few minutes. But you lie. I can see it in your face, the way your eyes are clouded with exhaustion; your smile only there until they turn around. You've suffered so much in your life, and with everyone taking advantage of your kindness, you're starting to fade away. Why is that? Why do you let them take advantage of you? It's almost as if you're guilty for being who you are, and so you share yourself with those who lack souls in an attempt to make them, and yourself, feel whole.You need to stop that. Be happy with who you are; No one is quite like you, and I wouldn't have you any other way. You're beautiful because you're you; no if's, and's or but's. Anyone who can't see that has been blinded by their own desires to be something they're not, and they're the people who'll be left behind in the dust when the race starts. © 2009 TatterAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on November 3, 2009 Last Updated on November 10, 2009 AuthorTatterSafe and Hiding in My Own Little WorldAboutHey. My name's Tatter. Nice to meet ya. Honestly, I'm nothing special. I'm fourteen years old and have been playing the french horn since I was ten, and the trumpet for two years before that. Mu.. more..Writing
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