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I Hate You

I hate you for crushing my dreams making me feel small taking away my personality not understanding me I hate you for making me feel old for not carrying this load I hate you I hate you I hate you for imprisoning me your world all you see your dreams your goals what about me? I hate you for making me cry I hate you most for that tears splish splash down my face you see and yet you don’t you pretend you walk away you have what you need it's given to you sugar coated and sweet and so you live another day while I'm dying in this world of pretense I act like I’m OK I’m not OK I’m not Ok you make me want to die stuck in my room suffocating no future calls to me the past only taunts me your ghoulish lies haunt me you took away everything that made me...me every hope falls away you left me... broken I hate you for what you’ve done to me broken winged girl when I once was an angel I twist and turn trying to mend them those battered wings I can’t repair them I can’t reach them And so I sit on my fantasy's windowsill remembering the wind beneath my wings remembering what it meant to fly but now broken am I I hate you you make me want to die A broken winged angel Who once could fly Eileen

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Richard Lamoureux

Date: 12/13/2014 9:57:00 AM

I'm starting to think you do. (Referring to the title).

Eileen Manassian
Date: 12/13/2014 10:05:00 AM

NOTHING. ... NOTHING could be father than the truth. Please don't assume any such thing. Hugs

Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty

Date: 10/23/2014 9:17:00 AM

"broken winged girl when I once was an angel"--incredible loved it. love...rajat

Paul Callus

Date: 10/3/2014 9:03:00 AM

It is our dreams that give us the wings to fly, and when they fail to come true disillusion sets in. Often patience is needed, but we cannot wait forever....I do not think you hate anyone....just a touch of the blues that will change colour come tomorrow:) // paul

Jerry T Curtis

Date: 9/30/2014 6:47:00 AM

Wow Eileen, you've said it all, I wish I had the courage in my younger days to speak-up like this---This is a wonderful piece and well written. I am sure many can relate to this, and that's another thing that makes it special.

Dr. Upma A. Sharma

Date: 9/28/2014 5:03:00 AM

I know times of suppression n depression! But bravo Eileen! U will sure get out of it soon my dear n again fly n much higher!

Justin Bordner

Date: 9/27/2014 2:31:00 PM

To hate that which hooks our wings to jealous earth, breaking our wing bones with careless weight, the marrow oozing into memories of flight, to hate the weakness of low spirot you are right Eileen. This poem of earthbound angel puts a nail in my eye. I know you will fly once more. I respect and feel your raw emotions of damage. J.A.B.

Eileen Manassian
Date: 9/27/2014 2:36:00 PM

No nails in your eyes, Justin. You have beautiful blue eyes. :)

Eileen Manassian
Date: 9/27/2014 2:34:00 PM

Justin...sometimes things just pile up, you know? Yes, you know...Thank you, for supporting me...for mending my wings a little. I'm tired of being earth bound, Justin. I want to fly....Hugs

Liam Mcdaid

Date: 9/27/2014 12:47:00 PM

we all feel that way eileen turn around and see the light god bless dear friend

Eileen Manassian
Date: 9/27/2014 1:10:00 PM

Liam...It's been a difficult day. I hope this poem hasn't tarnished my image...I'm struggling. Depressing couple of days...tears...I had to let it out. Thanks for reading. I hope you've posted something new. I'm about to post a happy one. Stay around.

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 9/27/2014 9:18:00 AM

Your wings are not broken, perhaps battered but capable of great heights. Never give up on your dreams Eileen. Hugs Rick.

Eileen Manassian
Date: 9/27/2014 1:11:00 PM

Thank you, Richard. You know my greatest dream...I'm losing my grip on it. :( It will pass. Hope all is well with you. Read both of your latest poems. They are both beautiful...I think the flow was better on Pole Dancer.