See MeA Poem by Chelsea
Just how I feel about my parents.
This is a previous version of See Me.
I wish that you weren’t blinded
By this act I put on
I wish that you could see
The person I really am
These messages that I’m trying to send to you
You can’t see
Do I have to flash them around
Or will you just pick up on it
I am not a b***h teenager, as you call me
I’m depressed and drowning in the dumps
I’m not angry at you
Believe me, it’s self inflicted. Take a look at my arms
I’m oblivious to the world
I’m so hurt I just stop caring
I’m a failure
I’m trying to rise above
I’m fighting the ways
Because the ways are so wrong
I hate everything
I really only hate myself
I wish that you could really see me
For who I am
Not this image of horror
That you turn me into
© 2011 Chelsea
AboutPoetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. - Carl Sandburg Hello! Thank you for checkin’ out my page on the café! My name is Chelsea or Chels. I’m fifteen years old, your .. more..
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