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If You Really Knew MeIf you really knew me-
If you really knew me,
You'd know I look as happy as can be,
I smile, I laugh,
The opposite of gaffe,
But deep down,
I'm not the class clown.
I suffer, I hurt,
And feel like dirt.
My smile is rehearsed and fake,
Deep down no one sees my heart ache.
My parent's divorced and the age of three,
Meaning I could no longer be free.
Choose me, no me!
Who's it gonna be?
Mom who loves you with all her heart?
Or dad who you never wish to be apart?
Choose one or the other,
Father or Mother?
You'd know: that my mom got remarried.
And for nine months she carried,
My little brother, a loveable child,
Although just a bit wild.
He soon began to grow,
And before we know,
He's eight years old becoming a man.
And that's when it all began,
His father had stared to shout,
And in our hearts he planted doubt.
And to his little boy he would abuse,
Trying to hide every bruise,
He'd yell and flail,
And think himself right because he was male.
So my mom and he separated,
The three of us dev
What Lies Beneath-?What Lies Beneath-?
What lies beneath the deceit and lies,
Is in fact the loud cries.
I hear them loud and clear,
You no longer have a reason to fear.
For I see what lies beneath,
The secrets you keep deep underneath.
Hidden in darkness,
Hidden in lies.
What truly lies beneath,
Is the real you who dies.
They fall down your face like rain
Leaving proof of your pain
Gently gliding down your cheeks
Sometimes there for days or even weeks
Sliding down leaving a salty trail
Each telling a unique tail
They are each unmistakable
But oh so breakable
They pool at the rims of your eyes
When you don't wish for agonizing goodbyes
Blurring your vision, unrecognizable
All your problems are advisable
Messengers of sadness
And sometimes madness
But they represent something more
There's something else to cry for;
Happiness and love
From the flight of every dove
To the throwing of rice
A bundle of joy, so nice
There are many reasons to cry
But no matter the reason life still goes by
Tears will speak for you no matter what
A thousand words for every drop but,
Remember save them for the right time
They are something precious and crying is never a crime.
Writes BlockWriters Block
By: Blue Eyes
I want to write,
But don't know what to say,
So instead I stare at a black page all day.
Not knowing what to do next,
This frustrated feeling in my chest,
Even though I'm trying my best.
My mind is empty,
But I don't know what to do,
Because I can't seem to come up with anything new.
My creativeness gone,
And I fear it might never come back,
Without it I feel that I lack.
My inspiration done,
Refusing to come out and play.
Please come back,
I promise to be nice,
Any idea will suffice.
So go away stupid art block,
You're not welcome here,
Creative thoughts now flowing, so don't come near.