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Emma Berg Poem
If a young girl cries in her bedroom,
And no one’s around to hear it,
Does it make a sound?
What say of the echoing of her screams,
Her whimpers in the night,
And her fists she'll use to pound.
Disregard her furrowed brows,
Her tangled hair,
And her smile yet to be found.
Drops of innocence trailing down her cheek,
The universe fading from her eyes,
And her heart falling to the ground.
Will she tough it out and be brave,
Picking up her shattered pieces,
Leaving everyone else around?
Or will she give up and give in to the pain,
Causing her heart to grow cold,
Stuck in the same place she was bound?
No matter her choice,
Her heart still aches,
And her life fades into the background.
But if a young girl cries in her bedroom,
And no one’s around to hear it,
Of course it makes a sound.
Copyright © Emma Berg | Year Posted 2019
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Emma Berg Poem
She once had the universe in her eyes.
She looked in the mirror and saw beauty.
Then the world decided to tell her lies.
The person she once was, she couldn’t see.
She measured every inch of her figure.
Let the scale calculate if she’s pretty.
The numbers were most important to her.
But she stayed quiet to avoid pity.
She’s hungry, so she has to eat something.
But she throws it back up in an instant.
She sees her body becoming nothing.
And turns to the ones who were once distant.
They helped her see her true beauty once more.
Now she loves herself as she did before.
Copyright © Emma Berg | Year Posted 2019
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Emma Berg Poem
I'm not here to stroke your ego,
Or be the victim of your lies.
I need to save myself
From the emptiness inside.
You might not see it yourself,
But we're playing tug of war.
A constant pull back and forth,
Like we're not a team anymore
I should let go of this rope.
Heal the lacerations on my skin.
I can't keep playing this game.
When my energy is wearing thin.
You tell me to change myself,
And argue when I disagree.
Tell me I care "too much".
Which is a flaw apparently.
You used to call me beautiful,
And it sounded so sincere.
But since then,
Harsh jokes or silence is all I seem to hear.
If your words hurt me,
I stay quiet in fear of seeming weak.
It's not fair I have to think twice,
Whenever I go to speak.
Who do I turn to
When I want someone to trust?
You never cared about me,
Since all you feel is lust.
I used to lie to myself,
Apologize for your mistakes.
But now I can see the truth,
And there's not much more I can take.
Everyone seems to understand me,
Except when it comes to you.
While I fight for you everytime,
I'm just some girl you chose to pursue.
You aren't who I thought you were.
My eyes always deceive.
My friends told me you were careless,
But I didn't want to believe.
I'm not some puppet girl,
You keep on a string.
Things aren't going to change,
So I need to stop wishing.
Don't tell me it's all in my head,
And you still care about me.
You never knew what you wanted,
So just set me free.
Copyright © Emma Berg | Year Posted 2020
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Emma Berg Poem
The memories come flooding back to you like a tsunami.
You can't stop it.
Your heart starts to race and head starts to pound.
You just want to yell and cry but instead you look blankly up at your ceiling.
You have no one to turn to.
You are stuck, alone, in your own thoughts.
And it starts eating you up inside.
It doesn't stop and it doesn't allow you to breathe or think or feel.
That is until you are nothing.
You’re not a human being, you’re a pile of skin and bones.
At one point in time you think that someone truly cares about you and understands you,
Then all of a sudden you’re talking to a wall.
They’re emotionless and cannot respond to you.
This causes you to feel even more hopeless and alone.
Is this all you’re ever going to feel?
You start clawing at yourself, blaming your imperfections,
Because why would it be anyone's fault other than your own?
Your body is shaking and twitching.
You can't tell if you’re mad at yourself or the world.
You can’t make sense of the words inside your head.
You can't tell anyone.
They don't care.
You have no control over your own life,
And should just suck it up and deal with it,
But you can't because you know that something will always be killing you inside.
You hold onto things too strong.
You would rather hurt yourself than someone else,
Because why do you deserve to be selfish?
You don't matter.
You’re not that important.
You lay, angry that he broke your heart.
But when his name pops up on your phone you can't help but fall apart.
He’s the one person who makes you feel even a little sane.
Your mind might be a mess but somehow he makes everything feel alright.
How can one person control that much of you?
If you have no one else and they hurt you, you're broken.
And why would anyone want something broken?
Copyright © Emma Berg | Year Posted 2019
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