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Pretty Enough

Am I pretty enough?
A question oft asked by adorable little girls,
But also a question lingering
At the back of every teenagers mind.
A question that haunted Me,
Every second of my teenage life.

Am I pretty enough?
I soon stopped asking myself.
'Cuz I always assumed the answer 
Would be in the negative.
I looked unto others for the
Appreciation I'd denied for myself.

Am I pretty enough?
I soon stopped wanting to know.
Manoeuvred around every mirror,
To avoid having to answer.
The weighing scales oppressed me, and 
Food- such a loyal friend- remained a friend no more.

I am pretty enough,
I finally told myself.
Stopped looking unto others,
And looked deep within.
Stopped obsessing with the scales,
And embraced me for who I am...

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The Pain I'M In

This loneliness is breaking me,
this crushing, suffocating feeling of being alone.
It's getting harder and harder,
as I try to pretend nothing's wrong.
But then...i am so alone...
fighting my demons.
No one notices,
 no one cares.
No one sees the pain i'm in.
The things I wish I could say
are nearly bursting inside.
Yet, I can talk to no one.
no one to lend an ear, to understand.
Understand the pain I'm in
The moist tears on my cheek
glisten, and soon dry off on their own...
Unnoticed...

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When I Was Nine

As the sun shines down,
another day so fine,
I still hold on to those memories,
the only thing that's still mine...

I remember our trips to the beach,
the squeals of laughter, the tears of joy...
I still have some of the things we bought,
down to the last broken toy.

I don't know what it is I did,
or even if it was meant to be,
but all I do remember from the dark times,
is that, since thean, you never did talk to me.

i wish you still bought me icecream,
and asked me if I was fine,
I wish you still loved me,
like you did when I was nine.
I wish you were proud of me,
like you were when I was nine...

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Do You Remember

Do you remember?
when you said you loved me.
Do you remember?
when you said we're meant to be.

Do you remember?
how I'd hold you tight while you cry/
Do you remember?
how, each time I failed, you urged me to try.

Don't you remember
the promises and vows?
Did you forget?
'Cuz I remember even now.

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My Beautiful Gilded Prison

I stare out through my golden cage
The bars of my beautiful gilded prison,
I suck in my breath to let out my sweet melody,
But the air in my prison is putrid, toxic.

I beat my wings at the golden bars,
Of my beautiful gilded prison,
My foolish heart promises I can break those bars,
But I fall to the floor, nursing my broken wings.

I summoned the last bit of fight within,
And flew against the cage door,
And hoorah! The latch flew open,
And I tasted the fresh air of freedom.

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Who Would Hold My Hand

It's suffocating me,
This pain that I buried inside.
It's killing me,
This poison that's spreading inside,
 
Who do I tell?
Who would care enough?
Who would hold my hand?

I sail these treacherous waters alone,
And I don't know when I'll drown,
But before I go,
I wanna know,
If it's always been this way,
Was life always this unfair?

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The Tears of the Sky

Drip drip go the clouds,
Crying tears of insurmountable sorrow.
The emotions of the universe overflow,
As the parched earth rejoices in the pain,
The pain of the sky and clouds.

Clad in their attire of mourning,
They cry out to the world.
Something in me wants to cradle
Those soot coloured clouds, 
And alleviate their pain.

Even as I stand in the midst of a flood,
The revenge for the pain inflicted on mother earth,
The tears of the sky will avenge their creator,
And make obsolete what we hold dear,
And make obsolete what we hold dear.

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Mommy Dearest

Mommy dearest,
You are always there for me.
We fight all the time, which may turn ugly.
but even when we stand,
Across from each other 
Both of us in tears,
Both of us holding our own,
I know that I love you.
I know I never tell you this....
But hey, come to think of it...
It's implied!
After all, you are my mommy dearest...
I know the things I say
Are utter gibberish to you.
The things I believe in
Makes no sense to you.
But looking past our difference I'd opinion,
You are one in a million,
A sweet angel from heaven above.
Mommy dearest,
the beautiful one,
who looks 21 at age undisclosed
Admiring glances still follow you around
As I walk in your shadow..
even that is beautiful. 
Mommy dearest,
You may not know this,
But I truly do respect you,
Everytime my fiery nature
Wins out your gentle soul.
Even though we are like fire and ice...
I do can't imagine a world
That doesn't have you,
Meddling in my life,
Yelling at me,
Caring for me...
Mommy dearest....
I love you.



Putting up the avatar of my mom and I really put me in the mood for this poem :)

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I Know

You left me amid a pack of wolves,
snarling, baring their teeth...
closing in on me.
 
I know they'll tear me apart.

As the night grows darker, colder,
I hear their menacing howls,
and I realize I'm all alone.

I know tonight's my last night.

I search all around for you,
call to you for help,
all the while knowing you won't come.

I know you can't.

But, I fight back
I fight the wolves with all I've got,
and I emerged the winner.

Now, I know I'll live another night.

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The Perks of Being Me

A s I think
B ack on all those days of
C onfusion, utter
D esolation, I remember
E very blessing that befell me.
F amily and friends and of course
G od above loved and cared for me.
H aving thought about it,
I realised how lucky I was.
J ennifer might be happier,
K evin more successful, but
L ess blessed are they in
M y sight, they don't have what I do.
N o, they don't have my family,
O r Awsome friends like mine either.
P erks of being who I am
Q uiet, bordering on boring
R eserved? Ha!That's what they think
S ocially awkward and of course, a
T eensy bit geeky.
U nawares caught, quite fumbling
V ain, oh, no one knows how vain,
W eird? Well I'm wired that way. Quite
X enophobic, I'm not even kidding.
Y et, that side of me gets
Z ero exposure..No one really knows me that way.