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I am a student
who feels quite deserted
with a couple of friends,
but I know I don't belong in the end
I feel like the joke of the group-
the idiot who plays the lute.
I'm not the smartest,
or that's how it feels.
I always tell myself 'tis not true
your friends are real'.
I put my heart into loyalty,
Protecting and Supporting.
I am genuine and real.
I really do feel
with every part of my heart.
I promise I'm not cold
or purposefully mean
Just a wounded soldier,
wary but keen.
I am the oldest of us three
Having raised my brothers
where my parents couldn't be.
I'm supportive and protective
pushing them to their best.
Just in a wierd way
Because I watched all their steps.
I became the enemy.
They did not love me.
Just as long as they were healthy,
that was all ok.
I have a duty to myself,
more like a voided ego
that always needs filled.
I thirst for attention,
having to be noticed.
I have to be first
and must be the best.
Always needing more.
Like it's always a test.
There are some days
I have fear,
for everyone else, of course.
I get so angry
seeing red hazes.
My arms tingle with rage,
my breath is short,
my voice sounds like gravel.
With gutteral growls.
All this for no reason.
It's hard to stop myself,
I try really hard,
I promise,
I do.
- by leolion1200 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 09/08/2015 |
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- Title: The Lonely Warrior Mother
- Artist: leolion1200
- Description: A cliche poem I had to write for a creative writing class in high school.If it doesn't make sense I'm sorry I had no idea how to order them. they are just aspects of my personality.
- Date: 09/08/2015
- Tags: lonely warrior mother
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