I should never smile, Nor listen to my heart. It is then and and only then, That my problems do start. They tell me I'm a monster, One who should never know joy. That I will never be their man, But some stupid boy. That is if I'm human at all, Or so they tell me so. That I have no heart, or even a human's soul. So leave me in my agony, tears running down my face. Knowing that you taught a vile fiend, What is his true and proper place. So hurt me with your lies, And push me away. Into the dark of night,
This is how people made me feel. So this is what I did to make this hell...bearable. How well do you think this was written and go ahead take the gloves off.
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Writing is an amazing way to release those bottled up emotions or thoughts that will eventually eat you from the inside out. I find talking as opposed to writing stirs up a feeling of being unloyal to my vulnerabilities as many prefer judging rather than understanding. So putting pen to paper almost takes me into a safe realm where I can express me without any form of shrewdness from others. There is also a saying that is very applicable to your piece "“Care about what other people think and you will always be their prisoner.” ... Don't let society tell you who or what you should be, all you doing is giving them the permission to dissolve your uniqueness. It all starts with believing in yourself and then setting that positive energy into the world where others can feed off it and in turn helping them to feed others with the same happy vibes, its like playing it forward from an emotional aspect :)
i think,you're up to something Cameron,,nicely done,,it feels like touching my heart,ouch:(that's the pain in here,but you need to move forward,,keep writing!! I will keep reading
I have been in such a hell before. Of course I admit I am highly paranoid and often cannot relate to people. But anyway there is so much pain here. It feels like scratching in my mind, but it is a pain I can relate to.
From the heart a hard place to touch hurt and pain can be the easiest to get out but u can really tell by the feeling of ur poem that by that moment in life u were really going through something tough kudos to u my dear
I do not see one boy in this, my view is more of a historical scale. This is a lone young man in Athens, a midshipmen on a British destroyer hunting French, the Saho off the Horn in Africa. A standard of time and memoir.
Some of my best work is from feelings that I'm going through. I think this is good, and conveys a lot of emotion. Sorry you feel like this. Hope it gets better.
Sorry I've been so scatter brained lately that writing is a bit impossible, also thanks to the lack of inspiration. Well I have some, but I'm still trying to develop it further to see if it will lead .. more..