Poems of how I feel, Tabitha Stout [good books to read for teens .txt] 📗

The way I feel a lot of times

Take a knife stab me I don’t care,
Take a gun shoot me anywhere,
My life is ruined to my surprise,
All I want to do is just sit back and cry,
I tell myself no one cares,
As I watch and stare at other people, they seem so happy I don’t know why,
But All I really want too do is die,
I am scared too a certain extent,
But than I question myself why I know I am independent,
People observe me as if they care,
But I know they don’t cause I feel like I am not even here,
I try getting better and all I do is get worse,
While I try too be calm picturing riding a horse,
The breeze so cold as it hits my face,
I feel like this still to this day.
I feel free riding fast,
I imagine having a blast,
I am one person never again,
As I live with very little sin,
I am alone and I want too go home, But then I turn around and fall face first on the ground,
Tears flowing out of my eyes,
As I look up too the skies and I ask God am I really alive??
I feel betrayed in a mysterious way,
One that I can not explain,

Hiding my feelings from others
I try digging my way out of my own guilt,
I am one of those people, who hardly become thrilled,
I am nice too others why do they hate me,
I am not the person I want too be,
I can be worse, or I can be better,
But then I am not cool because I don’t wear leather,
I try too hard too fit in everywhere,
I only have two really good friends, (offline)
I try letting them know how I feel,
But I can’t so I show them my feelings that are not real,
Its hard too cry in front of everyone,
So I find a place by myself one where only I know of,
Then I let out my feelings that no one ever heard of, (IN ME)
I always blare my radio too not let people know what I am doing,
Then I show my feelings in a different manner,
To the ones who don’t know I feel like a hammer,
Cold and as hard as a rock,
To the people who don’t understand how I feel.


How I wish everyday could be

I wish with my nose to the tip of my toe's
that everyday could be a beautiful as a big red rose,
the sun big and bright,
the breeze so tight,
a little rain for some joy and no pain,
oh how I wish everyday could be like this,
the summer is to hot, the winter is to cold,
especially for the young, and the old.

Publication Date: 09-16-2011

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Dedication:
I dedicate this too all of the people who feel like me.