“No One Knows What Its Like”

Fragmented glass Fragmented lies Tell me what to do Show me how to help you One minute I’m drowning Next I’m on a high Fear, hate and destruction Seem to run my life. Reflection, torn segments Broken memories Racing, running, falling Experimentation’s on me My mind shuts off and I See the other me Masks and lies Hiding deep inside Never to be shown Imagination is to be feared Conformity is to be rewarded Watching T.V, feeling a freak. Changing emotions, cover Myself in deceit. Can you tell me? My thoughts stopped Flowers blooming Donald duck laughing No fat chicks The sign explodes So I’m smiling Laughing off the pain Out she comes No more smiles today Rocking slowly I see the shattered glass And realize It’s me!!!!i remeber writing this one day while i was watching oprah --- some tiny skinny woman was talking about what its like to be big...how its th elast area of a person thats its still PC to make fun of....but sh ehad never been big.. never gone through the shit that i have to every day.....so i just picked up a pen and this is what came out......i know a lot of my poetry doesnt really mean much but it does to me... its my emotions when i put it down on paper..... Written October 16th, 2001 © on Oct 16 2001 01:27 AM PST, Rebecca   0 • 1