I wrote a poem yesterday
Here it is...
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I Get it Now
By Stephanie Summers
Now it all makes sense
Now it’s all quite clear
All I thought I knew
Has just gone from here
It was all a game
You made me the pawn
I guess I should have
Seen it all along
The clues were right there
Inches from my face
I was blind to them
(And that’s my disgrace)
How could you do this?
What went through your head
As you broke my heart
And left it for dead?
Did you truly think
I would not find out?
Are you that stupid?
I guess there’s no doubt!
I feel foolish
I am hurt and sad
But most of all I
Feel VERY MAD!!!
It may sound silly
Or it may sound dumb
But right now I don’t
Want some peace to come
I want the anger!
Even at my age
I think I deserve
To feel some rage
Give me this moment
Give me time to speak
Let me say the words,
“I HATE YOU, YOU FREAK!!!”
I may not mean it
As time passes by
But at this moment
“Hate” is not a lie
Don’t you dare, don’t think
I’ll be used again
I’m MUCH smarter now
Hear that? All you men!
Stop all of your games
Stop all of the lies
I have had enough
Of immature guys!
By Stephanie Summers
Now it all makes sense
Now it’s all quite clear
All I thought I knew
Has just gone from here
It was all a game
You made me the pawn
I guess I should have
Seen it all along
The clues were right there
Inches from my face
I was blind to them
(And that’s my disgrace)
How could you do this?
What went through your head
As you broke my heart
And left it for dead?
Did you truly think
I would not find out?
Are you that stupid?
I guess there’s no doubt!
I feel foolish
I am hurt and sad
But most of all I
Feel VERY MAD!!!
It may sound silly
Or it may sound dumb
But right now I don’t
Want some peace to come
I want the anger!
Even at my age
I think I deserve
To feel some rage
Give me this moment
Give me time to speak
Let me say the words,
“I HATE YOU, YOU FREAK!!!”
I may not mean it
As time passes by
But at this moment
“Hate” is not a lie
Don’t you dare, don’t think
I’ll be used again
I’m MUCH smarter now
Hear that? All you men!
Stop all of your games
Stop all of the lies
I have had enough
Of immature guys!
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You know what I like about having my own blog? It's MY OWN BLOG! I love the power and the responsibility of it (Yeah yeah, Spider-man, I know...)
I am not here to please anyone. I am just a girl who likes to write. I could care less if you like what I write or even dislike it. It's my blog. You don't like it, don't read it. But either way it'll still be here.
1 comment:
From one who wishes you joy of spirit, and health of mind and soul:
That you feel pain, there is no doubt
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But truth is drowned in all your shouts
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A buried corpse of hurt laid low, you've now exhumed again
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It was your choice, the pain to feel, to relive or refrain
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And now you are bereft of peace, you've traded it for rage
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The key of joy, lies in you, to escape your self-made cage
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Your premises and paradigms are all so deeply flawed
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If you knew the love friends have for you, you truly would be awed
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You were not used, you are no pawn, and there was never any game
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Just concern for your well being from friends, whom, you defame
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And though unrequired of him, to face your pain and help you grow
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With courage he came to interceed, is this what you deem immature?
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Life rolls on, and in it's waves, we all must learn to swim
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And friends futures must ne'r be held as captives to OUR whims
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So, your rage express, and vent your hate, and all that will peace, kill
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But let it all be hid away from tender hearts
of friends
who, EVEN NOW
bear you no ill.
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