My Poetry


	Bite Me \| home My Poetry Feelings I think what I feel And I say what I think So if I say i'm angry Why do you take it personally? Don't make everything I say Be all about you Because it's about me Don't you get it? Why do you, if i say i'm depressed Tell me to be happy? Even if I say i'm happy I won't mean it As long as you think That the world is all about you And that you can change me I'll never be happy Cry for help You can't see it, but everytime He comes over a piece of me dies Sooner or Later I will be dead All the smiles you used to see Will be turned to frowns My beaming face Will be dark and torn My witty remarkes Will be harsh and sarcastic And all my happiness Will be replaced with saddness My light with dark My love with hate So stop this and help me Because your joy causes me pain And soon i'll be dead Is this what you wanted? Open Wounds See the smile upon my face That is nothing but a lie Inside all i want is to die So alone and scared Yes I am happy I say to your face But you cannot see my scars The open cuts upon my arms That my blood drips from The tears falling inside All the pain the burns so deep I am forced to keep from the world Freak "FREAK!" I hear it yelled behind my back For the Hundredth time. I just let it pass. What makes me a freak? I want to know Is it my jewelry, my clothes, or the bright red streaks in my hair? Is it my will to speak my mind? Is it my long black skirts, Or my big black boots? What makes me a freak? Please tell me. I wonder if a freak is all you see, Because I'm not a freak. I am me. Hatred My hatred burns like fire In the deepest pit of my chest Breaking my heart Killing my soul I want to scream I want to cry To let the world know The inferno of hatred I feel for you