I guess everyone feels
Self pity or remorse.
Each person gives up
Or burns out their torch.
So I am not alone
In feeling that I am by myself.
I feel stripped of my
Security and wealth.
All eyes
Focused on me.
I hate my life
Anywhere but here I want to be.
No one can see
The pain in my mind.
The way to fix it
For some reason I cannot find.
It's a feeling
Rumbling deep down low.
I'm at the bottom,
How much lower can I go?
I wish these feelings
Were absent from everyday thought.
I wish pain was lost,
And joy could be caught.
Until or if
That day will ever be,
I guess I will make the most
By simply being me.
This is another poem Nichole wrote while in high school. She struggled for the first couple years in high school. The next few poems will continue to reflect this. You will be able to see a difference in her poetry soon, but it was not to last. Please talk to someone if you feel like this.
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Words a Mother Never Heard (Wattys2016)
PoetryA young woman who was always the life of the party, quick to tell a joke, always smiling and happy, tragically dies at age 23. What her mother found after her death reflected a much different young woman, her poetry. Her words showed a young woman c...
