If You Saw

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  • Sadness
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  • Confusion

    If You Saw

       If you saw me,
    Would you say I was okay?
    If you saw me,
    Would you say it's a phase?
    If you saw me,
    You'd be in a daze

      But I don't want you to see me,
    I want you to believe,
    That I'm still okay,
    That I'll be okay someday.

      It's not really hurting
    If you're already hurt,
    I can't let you see me,
    What if you don't love me,
    I can't let you see me,
    If I can't show myself.

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    Tempestlady commented on If You Saw

    07-22-2009

    Change it all!, cover it with color! Give and love, don't be friends with a judger!. Be yourself, sad or not, we all have sorrow, we all have loss. Bury it, write it down, nail it to a tree. A part of you it will always be. They'll love you for who they think you are or they will go away. At least then there will be room for someone else some day, who knows we all have hurts, shames, and sorrows. Paint it on your t-shirt, draw it on a wall. But get it out, or someone else will also fall. Secrets suck. Write on...
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    StarDreamer

    08/01/2009

    Actually . . I'm the judger. I judge myself a lot, and I find it hard to be myself, even when I'm by myself.

    lilpoeticgirl commented on If You Saw

    07-15-2009

    I like this poem. It seems like there is some kind of hurt inside the writer that she doesn't want anybody to see or come out. It's good to write what you feel! It helps in making you heal!
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    StarDreamer

    08/01/2009

    Uh . . . Wow. You kinda got it spot on. ^^;; It's hard to write it sometimes, sometimes it's too personal or might hurt people.

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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