by Hidden Meaning   Nov 16, 2005

A problem is what I became,
Like a broken clock,
They needed to fix me,
A bit of glue and cello tape to put me back together.

A disease, an outcast in my own life.
Disowned as a friend,
Left to find my own way back,
To figure out how to make it right.

Rejected by everyone I loved,
Trying to get me to learn,
But I already made so many mistakes,
I can't move on without someone's help.

Lost in a land I never knew,
Not able to find a place that I don't fear,
Sickened by the sight of myself,
Still falling, even though I hit rock bottom.

To hell is where I will be banished,
That's what everyone thinks.
I'm a freak of nature,
My life meaning nothing to those I love.

I used to know the reflection in the mirror,
All I see now, is a broken girl, I hate.
Pieces of me scattered around,
Parts of my life hidden under scars I have.

Alone, that is where I hide,
Hoping that someday, someone will find me,
Break through my cold, find warmth inside,
Open my heart to the truth and love again.

Meaning for my life, left me in tears,
I don't feel safe in myself,
I fear who I have become,
I'm so scared; I would rather die than live right now.

*Look at what I've become*

© Copyright J.A.


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  • 15 years ago

    by Solace

    I love this poem. It has a lot of depth and emotion behind it.. take care xx:

    blaine *> : PainOfOne

  • 15 years ago

    by master of shadow

    This is really goood.

    but you might want to go thouhg and correct the words that have gone a bit odd. (ie "canâ??t")

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