A DASH OF POETRY 7 - MARCH 2023 - «CHILDISH»

CHILDISH 

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.

Tabitha Houghton-Smith 

Published by Family Friend Poems March 2010 with permission of the author.

Poem chosen and read by: Afonso Luís, 8.º A, n.º 1.

You gave us a poem, I (Biblioteclando) give you a picture.

«On the Boulevard» (1911), Kasimir Malevitch (1878-1935).

Imagem retirada de: https://www.wikiart.org/en/kazimir-malevich/on-the-boulevard