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Joel Freeman Poem
Every day I try harder, to be more and more like you.
To brighten up everyone’s day, like you always seem to do.
You smile and you joke, I laugh and I listen but nothing is ever quite right,
when everywhere I look and everywhere I turn you're never out of my sight.
Why can’t I be more like you, to be perfect, like you always seem to be?
Like when staring through the cracks in my mirror and you’re looking back at me.
I watch you in the reflections of windows and in the eyes of all my friends.
Only then to be upstaged by you, over and over, yet again.
You make it seem so easy, but deep down I know it’s fake.
You’re a liar, a cheat, a scoundrel and all you ever do is take.
Take my friends and family away from me, no wonder I'm all alone.
Even in a world of 7 billion, I still have no one to call my own.
Every day I try even harder, to be more and more like you,
to wash away peoples problems, to help them start anew.
I stare you down every morning in the mirror, mounted on my wall,
hoping one day that you’ll show me, how to be a person with it all.
However now I realise, no matter how many times I ask,
that you’re never going to speak to me, for you are just a mask.
You are not real, you are but fake, one simple self-creation,
a perfect, better version of me, spawned from my imagination.
Yet every day I still try harder, to be more and more like you,
to hide behind the mask you are, in case the real me breaks through.
Copyright © Joel Freeman | Year Posted 2014
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Joel Freeman Poem
Oh lovely, little hedgehog, playing in the grass,
I love your prickly, stylish coat, it brings you so much sass.
I see that little nose of yours, twitching to no end,
sniffing out the next hot thing, the next must-have fashion trend.
But I am on to you little hedgehog, playing in that grass.
I will not just sit here idle by, with two thumbs up my ass.
I know you’re planning something big, something evil too,
when I look into those eyes of yours, you become a cunning shrew.
You stole my Chanel, and my Versace, I bet my Armani you did.
Don’t even try to deny it gurrl, for I am not a kid,
I’m all grown up and stronger now; look I’m taller too.
I’d think twice about crossing me again, especially if I were you.
So continue lovely, little hedgehog, playing in the grass,
I’ll be keeping an eye on you, under my big ol’ magnifying glass.
Maybe I’ll show you true style, some taste and if you’re lucky some true passion,
‘cause you, lovely, little hedgehog don’t know anything about fashion.
Copyright © Joel Freeman | Year Posted 2014
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Joel Freeman Poem
Do you remember the times where we’d talk without saying a word?
Where you’d sit there and read, when I’d lay there unheard?
Or the times where you’d smile and sit there with glee,
because you were proud of us, your loving family?
We’d all look to you, respect you and loved when you’d sing,
especially when it was Elvis, ‘cause that was your thing.
And yet we never spoke much, at least not as I got older.
I don’t know how we lost touch, or why we grew colder.
And yet you are my Dad and I am your son,
you are the reason I’ve done all I have done.
But Dad, closing my eyes scares me on a night,
I can’t seem to get that same scene out of my sight.
Memories are twenty-twenty, that’s what people seem to find,
well if that’s the case Dad I’d rather be blind.
What I saw that day cut into me far too early, and far too deep.
That’s why these memories won’t stop haunting my sleep.
I love you, I miss you Dad and I want you to come home.
I’m tired of feeling sad all of the time; I’m tired of feeling alone.
I don’t know if you’re happier now, or regretting your decision,
all I do know dad is that I’m heading for a collision.
I feel like I’m going crazy, like I don’t know what’s real or what’s not,
but I know that this feeling is the only sure one I've got.
I’m angry that you left without even saying goodbye;
because I thought I at least deserved more than that, did you even try?
I want you here now just so I could punch you in the face,
for you to pick me up and tell me I’m not a disgrace.
I held up your dead body, swinging from that shed.
I did my best to save you even though I knew you were dead.
I clung onto you, hoping I could latch onto your soul,
to stop you from leaving me with this unfillable hole.
But you left dad, you’re gone and there’s nothing I can do,
except to pretend to go on smiling forever, all because of you.
Copyright © Joel Freeman | Year Posted 2014
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