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Everything but Real
Contributed by
Gwennottra
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Saturday, 24th September 2005 @ 03:56:58 PM in AEST
Topic:
AmericanTragedy
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Every morning I put on a mask
so no one can tell how I feel
this is just one big task
so no one can tell in not real
days and days pass
but the pain and worry stay
minutes and hours pass
still I dread the whole day
I guess I’m pretty strong
its just happiness I miss
and I’ve held on this long
because somehow I still exist
no one knows the real me
nobody sees how hard it is for me
no body knows how I used to be
no one remembers except for me
Copyright ©
Gwennottra
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2005-09-24 15:56:58]
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Re: Everything but Real
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by Mild_Tempest on
Saturday, 24th September 2005 @ 03:59:05 PM AEST
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| Great poem! I loved the sadness! It was like you were describing me. Thank you for sharing. :D |
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Re: Everything but Real
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by grim6669 on
Saturday, 24th September 2005 @ 06:04:11 PM AEST
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| i like it. it describes a lot of people, and it's very easy to understand. good job! keep it up! |
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Re: Everything but Real
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 1st October 2005 @ 04:35:43 PM AEST
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There is a problem that at times.. hurts the self, we explore the external and internal nature problems within..., sometimes wanting others to see what we know of ourselves...
Shoot, wondering if most even know themselves at times...who the real person is... who are we, but at least God knows..
Be glad no one knows all about the real person inside... ha ha.. the real you...
We all share these feelings now and then..
We must step out of ourself now and then, become real for one day, see how it feels.. strip ourselves down, go out, smile.. say hello to at least 3 people a day, find a flower, eat a favorite food each day.. read one sentence in a good book, expose our feelings once a day... and then by chance, someone may know us, something about us.. why all the holding of secrets.. then wanting to be well known, silly is it not, when one thinks about it... all in all ....
Memories are nice.. having the gift to understand, that what one knows, about themselves, others do not..
Raquel Leah
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