You

You

A Poem by Tatter
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WOW I POSTED SOMETHING NO WAII.

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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 Tatter


Author's Note

Tatter
I know it's crap. I apologize; my writing skills are next to non-existent. I just felt like writing, so I wrote and wrote and wrote until I was quite empty. So yeah. That's why it has no end. But that's okay because it's too long and boring anyways. I was just venting. I spilled this about a week ago... :D OLD CRAP IS OLD.

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I quite liked it... Actually, if you are speaking about a specific someone, then there should be more people like you. Observant and able to see past people's masks. If I could find one person at my school who could see past my little "everything is fine and nothing hurts me" facade then I can assure you I'd never stop thinking about that person. That is the kind of thing that makes a good writer as well. Being observational and seeing what others either can't see, or are afraid to see. It is always a good thing to vent as well. Sometimes the rantings of a person can be the best pieces of writing on this site. Keep that in mind and keep those words on paper, I'd like to hear more, got that? So send me read requests for your little venting sessions.

Luna

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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I quite liked it... Actually, if you are speaking about a specific someone, then there should be more people like you. Observant and able to see past people's masks. If I could find one person at my school who could see past my little "everything is fine and nothing hurts me" facade then I can assure you I'd never stop thinking about that person. That is the kind of thing that makes a good writer as well. Being observational and seeing what others either can't see, or are afraid to see. It is always a good thing to vent as well. Sometimes the rantings of a person can be the best pieces of writing on this site. Keep that in mind and keep those words on paper, I'd like to hear more, got that? So send me read requests for your little venting sessions.

Luna

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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