Dear Diary

Anger splashes against the page

Like fire upon her heart

She cries away the searing pain

In the poem form of art

 

And she writes:

 

I mock all the other girls

Taking pleasure in their tears

When I’m really only hiding

The depth behind my fears.

I like to talk down to them

And annoy them real good

But when I get home

I act just as I should.

I’m a good girl for my mama

I always try to impress

To get notice above my brothers

But I’ll never be the best.

Mama says she loves me

But she says it like a lie

I’m tired of all the pressure

Why do I even try?

But I have to win her love

Or I’ll never be satisfied

I have to know she loves me

Before the day I die.

So I’ll keep on fighting

For my mama’s love

And those perfect girls will pay

With a push and a shove.

They don’t have to worry

About a silly little thing

But with a crack of my hands

I’ll really make them scream.

They blame their wounds on me

And I take my hurt out on them

So am I really the bully

Or simply the victim?

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[I <3 Chevelle SS]

thats good real good! you are a good poet even thought you may not know it! hey i just rhymed in the nick of time see i did it again trying not 2! man im good but not as great as you!