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What My Heart Hides
by Leah G. (Age: 15)
copyright 10-20-2007


Age Rating: 10 to 127

 
Did you ever feel a feeling so great,
With such passionate power, the emotion self hate?

Do you know how it feels to be despised by all?
To cry for help, but people ignore your call?

Have you been pushed so low, to the depths of depression?
To the shadows of shame, to the rocks of rejection?

Are you broken, with innocence that you can’t restore?
Have you wished you weren’t living, to not exist anymore?

Can you not trust anyone, because the fear of being hurt?
Are you not able to love again, with a heart so inert?

Have you looked into the mirror, and loathe what you see?
Yet still conceal all your sadness, and act with fake glee?

Do you know how it feels to lie to all of your friends?
Are you stuck in addiction and you don’t know how it ends?

Can you even imagine what pain you must bear-
To result to cutting, to relive your despair?

Have you felt so victimized, living in fear?
Do you know how hard it is hiding each tear?

Are you able to bury each secret, and hold it all in?
And hate yourself even more, for living in sin?

Did you see death before you, brought by your own pain?
My heart hides what I can’t even bear to explain…


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05-23-2008 Brooke M.    

This poem grabbed me at the first stanza. That is exactly what I've been going through. This poem was deep and painful...a wonderful piece of work. So many people can relate to this.


02-19-2008 Bethany B.    

I can relate to your poem completely. I was so upset when I needed my friends for help and they ignored my pleas. I wrote so many poems about being able to trust people and I wish life could be easier to understand.


11-07-2007 Shannon W.    

This is very powerful. I have felt like this many of times. I have written two new poems. Please comment them when you get a chance thanks.

SHannon


11-05-2007 Leigh G.    

Not bad, but it feels familiar. The ending was good, but the rest reminded me too much of your other poems. The idea was good none the less, and the solid rhyming kept the piece flowing. I don't get past basic rhymes so a large variety of them is refreshing. Those who try to rhyme with a tiny arsenal (like me XD) really shouldn't try sometimes... All in all, not bad!


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10-27-2007 Mehrina B.    

Back to the woes of depression. Leah, you do know that there are antidepressants available for commercial use! XD Kidding.

You do seem to write an awful lot about this sort of topic. I used to, too, until I realized that I was being an ungrateful little brat. A lot of feel this way, but we have no idea how lucky we are.

Americans have everything, and yet, they still feel miserable about every little thing. How many people who want to commit suicide even think about the much worse things that other people suffer? Like, starvation and disease and slavery. People are being bombed in Iraq, being blown to bits and massacred in the streets, while teens here are mourning about peer pressure and "too much work". Spoiled people, I tell you. All of the people thinking their lives are miserable while they have no idea of how much luck they have.

I'd go on a lot more about this, but I'd only burn your ears off with my critical analysis of how immoderately spoiled and immoralistic the ways of people are nowadays.

Anyway, very well-written poem! Great rhyming (tell me something new?) and great word choice. You really do have a wonderful talent for this, but I suggest instead of mourning the supposedly horrible things in an American teen's life, look to how much good you have and compare it to the worst things that truly suffering people have to face each day.

~*Meh*~


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