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Kayla Dinsmore Poem
You hide behind your mask afraid to actually feel.
You make jokes to avoid letting anyone in.
You think your unbreakable?
You think your unreadable?
I see right through your phony disguise.
I know what and who you are.
You can't hide from me.
I know your insecurities.
I know your hurt and loneliness.
You can't pretend for much longer or you'll be exposed of your true self.
Your just a scared little boy looking for his way home.
Face me and you'll face yourself.
Your afraid of rejection in life.
Lean on me so I can lean on you.
Dont hide anymore.
Your not unbreakable.
Copyright © Kayla Dinsmore | Year Posted 2007
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Kayla Dinsmore Poem
Its dark in my world without you .
You were my trust,my faith,my hope .
I loved everything about you .
Your hair,your eyes,they way you looked at me .
But when you put someone on a pedastool,they always fall short .
I loved the way you walked,the way you talked,the way you would phone me in the
morning just to say have a good day at school .
You were my everything
I really thought we would be together forever .
I guess i shouldnt have thought so greatly of you,you fell short of my
expectations,i thought you were perfect and had no flaws .
Then the day came,that you broke my heart,and left me in the darkened state of
mind that is so lonely without you.
Until i realized,when you lose the light in your life,you have to work to get through
the dark.
I found a new light,myself,i realzed i dont need you any longer.
All of your perfect imperfections,made me find my way through without needing
you.
I love[loved]you.
Copyright © Kayla Dinsmore | Year Posted 2007
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As i walk down the hallway of my school,i can't help but wonder what people are
thinking when they see me walk by.
In my mind im hearing the worst.
When i look in the miror i dont see pretty,i see desguisting.
When i cry myself to sleep at nights,wondering why i was never good enough for
him,i think to myself,maybe im not good enough for life in itself.Maybe it would be
easier to end it all right now.
I see the razor blade sitting on the top shelf of the bathroom cabinet.
I should cut my self,from my shoulder down to my wrist.From my thigh to my
ankle.From my heart to my belly button.From cheek to cheek.
Then i see the bottle of pills,sitting there taunting me on how he left me and took
my heart with him.
I put down the razor blade,decide cutting isnt the way.
I open the pill bottle,down 22 painkillers in 15 seconds flat.
I fall to the floor and go unconsense,to a deep sleep that ill never wake up out of.
A week later my parents come to my funeral,asking where they went wrong.Why
there child went to these measurments.
There not the only people wondering where they went wrong,there he is,standing
in his black suit,wondering why he didnt call me sooner to tell me he loved me
and he made a mistake.As he cries and blames himself for going to tht one last
party instead of calling me. He wanted to tell me i was the only girl in his
life,theonly girl he will ever love. Before he knew it,he was to late.
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