The InsideA Poem by JukeboxI was having a really rough day with multiple things going on so it I got a paper and pencil and started scribbling furiously. Basically, this is the result.My day’s already sucked enough, but you don’t seem to get that let alone even care. You just seem to find little ways for me to give into sin so you can punish me and make my day suck even more. You give me bad news and don’t even try to fix the mistakes you’ve created. You blame me for your problems and make empty promises I believe in and then you break. You peel away my last shred of hope and bring me down to the ground so I can’t get up. You knock the wind from my chest time after time and before I can get a breath of air you knock it out once more. I’m at my wits end. I’m at the last straw. I can’t take anymore. Who knows what I’ll become, or what I’ll do, or even what I’ll get into to create a remedy. Deep inside I know I must be strong. You make me put words in my mouth that I don’t want there. You threaten and blackmail me to get your way. You swing and swing. All I’m supposed to do is block when I can’t help, but throw back. You steal my privacy and deprive me of my individuality. You make me wait and wait. At the end of the day, I’m the same on the outside as when I woke up. Not a scratch on me. You didn’t lay a finger in attempt to harm me. Deep inside my heart’s been torn and bruised, my dignity’s been wounded, and my self image has been shattered. People will say I deserved it and that you had the right. Sometimes that may be partially true to an extent, but what does it matter when I’m hurt and broken all the way through? I wake up the next morning; you act cheerful as if everything’s fine and nothing ever happened. Until things fall back into place repeating the same pattern over once again. If only people saw the inside. © 2009 JukeboxReviews
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1 Review Added on July 16, 2009 Last Updated on July 27, 2009 AuthorJukeboxCandyland, MIAboutI live to please only one and His opinion is all that matters to me. I'm me and I'm perfectly okay with that. Like me, hate me, love me, don't know me it doesn't matter it's who I am and how I'll st.. more..Writing
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