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This isn't a poem

Pardon me if I don't come correct with this poem Everything I have will be left in this poem Go ahead and judge me I really don't care You haven't lost my blood, Fought my battles or Shed my tears Damaged goods, how else could I describe myself? 24 years of self hate, but I'm finally starting to like myself It was only recently I realized that even though nightmares become true Doesn't mean your nightmares have to become you I always felt like I'm not allowed to feel happiness I tried to take from my pain to feel more pain silent, while my bipolar became my advocate Made me act out in ways that people just don't look at me the same I feel more close to hate than love Because I've been punched by people who should have Gave me hugs I don't mean physical punches, My parents Picking alcohol over me hurt a lot Ironic how my parents were pouring Vodka and didn't think their own son was worth a shot I look to the sky and hope my dads not there Because if I go to heaven I'm going to punch my dad, I swear I hope to find complete inner peace, I don't want to take my bad thoughts there I shouldn't have wrote this, it's just my sad thoughts shared I double rhyme in most lines, cause that's how I know how to rhyme I've got my next 12 poems finished before this, I need to slow down my mind I broke down, I'm fine Tears falling on pages, when I wrote down my rhymes I write from a place of pain,Delivered with the arrogance that I survived it This isn't a poem, these are tears that my eyes missed I should have probably left this pain in my heart and never wrote it But who's worse?, me for sharing pain in my heart, or the people and things that broke it?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Date: 12/2/2017 6:43:00 PM
Hello Alex, yes you are a stronger person now.We all go through something in our childhood that is rough, slowly it makes us a stronger adult. Yes you are a better person. have a nice evening my friend.
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Date: 2/9/2017 6:45:00 PM
Thank you for writing your pain, letting it flow out onto the page and posting it here to ripple across the soup; I am honoured to read your poetry. I wish you ease of being.
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Alex Duffy
Date: 2/11/2017 6:01:00 PM
Thank you :) I'm glad you like my poetry, it means a lot, writing puts a lot of my pain at ease :)