My world is starting to die.
and I slowly start to cry.
People talking smack,
right behind my back.
The childish games they play
need to end this very day.
I don't think they realize,
the tears coming out my eyes.
I hate how they get to me,
and how they don't see
that my heart is bleeding,
and that my tears have meaning.
They mean I am hurt,
and I want them to stop talking dirt.
They mean that I can't take it,
and that there's stuff they just don't get.
There's more to me than they know.
I just don't let it show.
I hide the things inside.
But I wish I could speak my mind.
I wish they knew the real me.
Then they could leave me be.
I'm just so scared of rejection
that I can't even stand my own reflection.
People just don't understand,
I want to show who I really am.
There are so many things I need to say,
but even if I could, they won't give me the time of day
If only I could say it all.
Then I wouldn't easily fall.
They just don't comprehend.
That I could be a great friend.
I hate how they view me,
as small and weak.
Inside me I am learning to be tough,
I am able to fight through the rough.
I just wish that was who I could be,
on the outside that is, I mean.
My world would be so much easier,
if I could be a little happier.
Like I had said,
their childish games need to end.
and they need to realize
that there is truth beyond these eyes.
Published by Family Friend Poems March 2010 with permission of the author.