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You called me names, you called me filth-but i only smiled.
You stared at me with two emotionless eyes,
the cold eyes,
the ones that seem to plea "help me, im scared"
but i only laughed, laughed when you taunted,
laughed when you beated me with your pride.
you can't see, might never see what you have truly done.
beneath it all,
the smiles, the laughs,
is someone i dont even recognize.
blood covers his face, bruises paint his make-up,
and cuts run across his body.
the mask hides it with a smile and a laugh to all-
but me.
but the days seem longer, and the words seem stronger-yet i still stand.
but i thought they would heal,
go away, i thought the pain would just go away,
i want the pain to just go away.
more words, more stones to hit me.
more stares, more sticks to cut me.
alone i stand in my own world,
but my mask is finally breaking.
my knees give in-
i fall.
everyone walks by as i cry silently beneath my mask.
tears sting my face, cracks begin to form,
but i sadly manage to smile,
to laugh,
but it gets harder everyday...
sticks and stones may break my bones, but words cut even deeper.

theres a darkness within my soul, one that never goes away. the person u see is the bitter me, the one i fear...

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The following comments are for "Sticks and stones..."
by soulblade

What can I say, except yes, smiles can easily cover up pain, I know, been there



( Posted by: JEANNIE45 [Member] On: September 11, 2003 )

this does have a sad, sympathetic tone to it, which is no doubt what you were trying to achieve.

there is something of a stutter in the flow. can't really tell you wot it is though. unfortunately it's beyond me right now. i say read the more experienced writers on this site, like:

bartleby, jessicamn, penelope, enforced bliss, rcallaci, scryer, etc...

oh, if it's about you, then know that you have to be on the outside of society for a little while in order to stand back and get a good look at what's wrong with it and which bits you wanna be a part of and which bits you don't. that's what'll give you the chance everyone else never had. by spending some time not having anything, the things you really want will come to light, and you won't make the mistake everyone else does by wasting life chasing things you don't want.

oh, when i saw the title, i thought the poem might have been laced with excerpts from the kids rhyme of the title. you know, mix of pain and innocence for effect. probably been done before though.


( Posted by: chop_n_change [Member] On: September 12, 2003 )

yea to tell you the truth, its not really about me. but when i was young (in m.s school) i had an experience like this poem. im over it now, oh-yea i noticed this poem isnt as smooth-i made one line rhym while the whole poem doesnt! didnt mean it to be like that, thanks for all comments.

( Posted by: soulblade [Member] On: September 12, 2003 )

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