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Caught between growing up and being grown up

Contributed by stargazer on Friday, 8th August 2003 @ 03:05:00 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



Its easy to hold a grudge against someone;
that's what humans do.
They watch, they listen
and they judge.
That's just how the human mind works and operates.

And I thought I had the answer to the problem.
I was honest, thankful and kind.
But being those got me nowhere.
People pushed me down and laughed at my words.
They judged me...
they never took the chance to get to know me.

I began to realize all the little issues,
all the minor complications surrounding me.
Her chest wasn't big enough,
his hair was too long
and that was just the jist of it all.

Everyone was forced to wear a mask on the fore front.
One they created.
One that no one could take off
and throw to the ground.
It was their own sense of protection
against what people really thought.

And even though they could go home at night
and cry themselves to sleep,
thinking about how miserable their lives were...
they could still go to school the next day,
with that heart melting smile.
I was one of them.

And even though they could smile as if they didn't care,
when they actually did.
And they could laugh as if everything was okay...
they still judged
and they still laughed at those who were different.
Even through their own pain and agony
they could cause someone else the same pain.

When I started writing poetry
I was just short of being a grown up
and far away from being a kid.
I had been caught somewhere in the middle.
A friend of mine told me once,
"it is not hard once you have reached that "grown up",
but it is the time before that, the growing up that kills you."
And I realize now that she is right.

I had been young and naive.
I had thought I could lose myself in my writing.
I was just a seventh grader... who had an astrodinary gift.
But time changes people and only now do I realize that even I wear a mask.
And through this mask people change,
and with this mask they can keep on living.
And because of this mask we are who we are,
and that never changes.




Copyright © stargazer ... [ 2003-08-08 15:05:00]
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Re: Caught between growing up and being grown up (User Rating: 1 )
by KJ on Friday, 8th August 2003 @ 11:44:14 PM AEST
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quite well written piece. an issue at hand that will forever be at hand...a bloody nice well done.


Re: Caught between growing up and being grown up (User Rating: 1 )
by lovingcritters on Friday, 8th August 2003 @ 11:48:55 PM AEST
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I really enjoyed this poem. A great deal of thought went in to it and you can tell. You are a "thinker" and that is great. You have it all figured out as far as I'm concerned., It's very difficult now days to really be yourself. But if you are going to allow others to put you in a box and keep you there....make sure the box has lots of room....and after you truly grow up...you won't care if they judge you, you will be secure enough to take off that mask....and walk with truth.....you!
lovingcritters
Connie


Re: Caught between growing up and being grown up (User Rating: 1 )
by stargazer on Sunday, 10th August 2003 @ 12:42:44 AM AEST
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Thank you very much for your comment. ... I have become very self concious of my poetry, I have become my own worst critic and it is never good enough. And I posted this poem... and I regretted it. But your comment... it made me think other wise. Thank you... -Amy


Re: Caught between growing up and being grown up (User Rating: 1 )
by dolly_dagger on Friday, 7th November 2003 @ 09:24:37 PM AEST
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this is so true. you've captured those feelings that so many of us can relate to. how great to not feel so alone. :)
dolly_dagger xXx




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