This Game!

by BeautifulCutter   May 24, 2006


Shes so pretty, shes got it all,
She would always catch herself when she would fall.
But something is different, not quite the same,
She realizes she is too old for this game.
This game of pretend & battle wound scars,
They are no longer hidden, they are full view on her arm.
Sick of the make-up that hid her tears,
Sick of the pain after self harmed years.
Too young to die but too old for this game,
The mask is gone & shining through is her pain.

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  • 17 years ago

    by shae r

    This poem describes me perfectly. always seen as this perfect girl everyone wants a peice of.. but no 1s perfect and im far from it! i thoroughly enjoyed thos poem!
    much love xo
    Shae Radford ღ

  • 17 years ago

    by .::Lovely*Letdown::.

    Wow...this is really good!! I can totally understand where you're coming from...i feel the same way!! E-mail me anytime...we have a lot of the same problems...cntrlbabii2010@aol.com...
    Take care!!
    Jessie

  • 17 years ago

    by MiSsEdHeArT

    This is a great poem! Keep up the good work!

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