Hidden Side

Hidden Side

A Poem by Teenage poet

A secret, hidden sdie of me

Gone away for no one to  see

It's coming bacck, uncovering it

Like a burnt out candle suddenly lit

The two cant make one

It just can't be done

So as my sides differ of me

I just can't figure which one to be

The minutes tick away

As the sides battle today

Neither will win the everlasting war

Am I just meant to be a spoiled w***e?

 

I feel as though I had two different faces

And they change as I go different places

Should I tell the one I love?

Should I show him both sides of me?

He only knows the one side, to see.

Keep my secrets hidden all along.

But then why does it make me feel so wrong?

What if he doesn't like me for me?

What if he doesn't like me for ME?

Aloneness swarms the mind

Should I choose one, with a pound heart?

Or forget whats hidden under the skin?

© 2008 Teenage poet


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Yes we all have many sides that need to be hidden. Brought out when needed. I like this poem. The decision and fear of showing someone all sides of the heart and mind can be tricky business. A excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 14 Years Ago


You fascinate me. Beautiful poem.

Posted 15 Years Ago


dear, such a sweet poem. You are a flower, so beautiful, always! Never say you are a spoiled w***e. you are not this ! never.
don't be insecure, we all have 2 sides, it is so. Pls smile. when you meant this just like a harmless allegory, then I think it is allright to write so. and no: never say everything about you: this means to become vulnerable. He has to deserve your trust. This you must check carefuly. Just...by listening to his heart. Without thinking. much love. great poem .....and thx for liking my Stripped of armor poem.... x l. gandr�

Posted 15 Years Ago


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We all have two sides to us, one darker and one more presentable. The odd thing is they are both us. Not one nor the other, not one then the other. At all times we are infused with that dual person. Now the control of who we are and what we become is completely up to us. There is a poem about being the captain of our own fate, the master of our destiny. Its baloney. We cannot barely control ourselves, let alone control what goes on around us. But one thing we can do is to grow. We can become more than we are. Often times we look to counselors or others wiser than ourselves, some who might have been down similar paths, to guide us. I've looked at some of your work. I think it reflects those two sides of your personality you were talking about. But it also reflects that you believe there's more to you than you are right now, and you want to tap into it and grow. Regret is something we all live with. Its the baggage we all drag around behind us (kind of like Scrooge's friend with the chains). Let your writings reflect new purpose and goals. Let it begin to carry you as you grow. Metamorphose isn't just change, its growth too.
Lar


Posted 15 Years Ago


Very well done and written. When I went through that it only ended when I accepted all of me, it meant I had to lose some friends but I recieved some new ones who accepted all of me as well~ Great write

Posted 15 Years Ago


Dig it dig it.
Been through the same stuff, trying to figure out if you can reveal your true self or that phony facade you place for everyone else.

I'll agree with the writer below, it is special.
Keep up the good writing. Good conveyance.

Posted 15 Years Ago


Wow thats so special poem!! .... I love the idea, I never thought about tit, so mature... I love your vivid imagination :) Yos

Posted 15 Years Ago


Wonderful sometimes I feel like that nicely put

Posted 15 Years Ago


ok, your first stanza needs a bit of spellchecking - sdie, bacck, cant...a first impression is important they say.

now about these two sides.... You may think you have two sides, but I promise you will come to realize
each of us has more sides than imaginable and we all have secrets. If your secret is not something
you can bear to be made public and it is about your past and not your current choices - then he already likes you for you - for that side is no longer a living part of you. If however, this "side" directly effects your daily life and you want him to be a part of your life completely, then you must choose to abandon this secret life or confess it. I'm 41, I don't suggest you confide your inner most secrets to a boy you love at the age of 14 - if he is still growing as you are - he may be a bit clumsy with something so fragile and accidently shatter it. If you need help of any kind - I'd reach for a trusting adult....just because you do not reveal everything about yourself to this man/boy doesn't mean you love him any less.

I say this because the self imposed title "spoiled w***e" seemed riddle with self-hate and you aren't old enough to be a w***e - legally you are underage to work or consent to sex - according to the laws of statutory rape and if you feel like a spoiled w***e - you are most likely an exploited adolescent who deserves protection - not criticism and judgment.

Posted 15 Years Ago



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