The Truth Behind It All

Exposing the truth within the depths of thy soul,

she has realized that the world is full of hatred & lies.

Everyone around acts like their her friend;

but in reality, they won't be there in the end.



Figuring out who is real or fake,

is the problem she's faced with everyday.

She feels like no one can see her face,

& she wishes all the time that would just be taken away from this cold, cruel, world.



People tell her things to make her feel better,

but nothing seems to work.

Her family tells her about their love for her,

but she knows they are lying.



She's doubting things she used to believe in,

& expressing herself through poetry.

They say her poems are suicidal & suspicious,

but they just don't know what she goes through.



Her father is somewhere else,

she can hardly ever see him.

And her mom is hateful & calls her names,

but she deal with this without anyone knowing.



She has a couple of friends who are almost like her,

& people would say they are all the same.

But her friends do no know the real her,

of how she is always sad & going through so much pain.



She could care less about what others think.

Some say she's cool, but others say she's a freak.

She just threatens people & herself,

how does that make her a freak??



She doesn't wear black, but she wants to.

Her hateful mother won't allow her to.

She says it's for goths & the devil to wear black,

but since when was that a known fact?



She does get good grades & may be very smart,

but her pain & hatred for life is hidden within her heart.

There is one thing about her that you should know,

she wants to die & feels like she must go...

away forever!

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Amanda Jayne Pepin's picture

A powerfully written piece with so many real emotions contained within. Style wise, it is a good beginning. You have talent that you will find improvement in after a while, but I don't think this piece was about style so much as a means of expression. You might try free verse and find it a little easier for expression, though.

On a more personal note, I found solace in poetry twelve years ago (when I was 13) and I hope that it helps you to express your pain and your anger, as well. Please don't give up on life before you have even started...we are all worth something in this world.

Amanda