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aright i'm not too sure about sharing this but i would like to see what people think of it. it talks about my miserable childhood school life.....

Invisibility

I am invisible.
But everyone can see me.
I am invisible
Because no one will look.

I stand here up front,
In front of them all.
I look at their faces,
But our eyes do not meet.

They look at my body
But my soul they don’t see
So I hide deep inside
Where they can never hurt me.

I’m sick of their stares
Sick of their words.
Language that means nothing
Eyes that say all.

Why should I come out
Of this hole I have dug?
In here I am safe
And they can't see me.

But if I come out
And face the light
They will laugh again
And I can't take their hate.

"life sucks but its better than the alternative"

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"Life is such sweet sorrow."

thanx wraith. in that case, heres another one.

Surrounded by people
I stand alone
Recognized by many
I remain unknown

The pulse of the multitudes pushing me forward
I long to turn
Carried on the waves of humanity
When will they learn?

Millions different yet all the same
Many old but few wise
Hypocrites judging what they don’t know
Incapable of seeing through another’s eyes

Going through the motions of life
But not living
Seeing the sun
But not feeling

So many longings but only one relief
So many people but only one goal
All trying to satisfy,
If only they could recognize their own soul

I am alone
But there are people all around me
I am alone
Because they cannot see

"life sucks but its better than the alternative"

She sits all alone
With a table full of people
She talks to herself
Though her words are to another

She says, “You’re a fool,
“How could you do this?”
But ‘tis her own mistakes she speaks of
It’s herself she calls a fool.

As her friend looks with surprise
At the anger in her words
Her eyes start to water
Her throat starts to burn

She leaps to her feet
And runs out the door
And hiding in the bathroom,
She lets the tears fall.

She has no one to tell,
The pain in her heart
No one to go to
And confess her mistakes

Because though her pain
Is all too real
She has no name
For the emotion she feels.

So she stands all alone
And muffles her tears
She doesn’t want them hearing,
Knowing her fears.

And she goes home and cries,
Cries to the stars,
But they give her no comfort
And with her tears spent
She is no better off
The pain just as huge
As it was before

Someone please help her,
This girl with no name,
Someone please save her,
She’s crying in vain.

"life sucks but its better than the alternative"

Whoa...keep it up...I'm hooked-great writing.

""As I sit before the fire, I wonder how many before myself have been burned.'"

Tha is just awsome....

"that´s what we have...."

thanks guys.
This a poem which I would very much like to read aloud to my school, but can't., for obvious reasons.

Appearances

Hands half raised in worship
Words barely uttered, proclaiming our love.
As we sing songs about loving our neighbor,
We snicker at the kid a few rows above.

We are a generation of hypocrites
A people obsessed with appearance.
Anyone can join the holy mass.
It takes no effort to scale the church fence.

But standing in a pew, I look around,
And wonder how many are fake.
The man two seats down with hands raised high
Three days ago was convicted of rape.

Who am I to judge my neighbors,
When I myself am just as bad?
Only God can see my heart,
Only God can know who’s real.

But maybe it was better when Christians were tested
When standing in church was a risk.
Better the roaring lion whom we can fight
Then the cancer slowly draining our life.

"life sucks but its better than the alternative"

I like your style, its full of truth and you dont try to dress it up...simplicity, yet beauty...inspiring to say the least..continue.

"Never love anything enough that you cannot bare to see it die"

With the setting sun
I find myself
Alone once more, again.
I watch it sink in a flood of red,
And feel the flood catch me,
As I too am covered in shades of blood,
And I can’t help but contemplate the symbolism.

My feet are hot, my head is cold,
And my heart is lukewarm.
I stand on this beach,
Looking into the Atlantic
And am alone again.

Two gulls stand off to my left,
Considering me with hungry eyes.
They stand close together,
A man-gull and his mate.
As I stare, my own gaze is
As hungry as that of the birds.

Why must it always come to this?
When I realize
That it is all an illusion
And that in the end
All there is is me and God.

I grow to trust
And tend to love
And I tell myself,
“it’s better now, the cycle is over”
but I’m always wrong
and I always half know it.

It’s not in human nature to be satisfied,
Not natural to us to stop looking.
It doesn’t matter, that we’re happier
Then before
Because we think
That we can be happier yet.

What we need to learn,
Is that we’ll never be happy
Until
We can be happy within
Ourselves

Because what I come to realize
As I stand on the beach
Is that
When it’s all over,
And God’s the only one who cares
I’ll be alone once more
Again.

"life sucks but its better than the alternative"

Faults

When I am all that matters
And I can't look past me
When I block my view
And I am all I see

I find myself blind
And wonder where everyone is
I get sick of looking at me
Because when I look at myself

I am forced to see
Everything in me
Every flaw
And cut
And bruise

And I realize
I don’t really like me
And if I am all that matters
Then nothing matters at all

"life sucks but its better than the alternative"

wow ur really good! i suck compared to u![b]

pretty good stuff

"How am I not myself?"

Alone atop a naked hill
I stare at the lush world below.
With naught but rock under my feet
I see a field of wildflowers.

And as my throat is parched and dry
I gaze at flowing streams.
With the wind harsh and hot at my back
I contemplate a soft cool breeze.

The people down in that fine fair city
Look up at me with scorn
I hear their laughter where I stand
Knowing that they’ll soon mourn.

I pity the ones with everything
That live in that vile place
I know what everything amounts to
I know because I’ve had a taste.

I wish that they would stop and see
That their rivers are all poisoned.
I wish that they would realize
That wildflowers tend to wilt.

The pleasure that they have today
Will not last for long.
The things they put their trust in
Are but a passing song.

"life sucks but its better than the alternative"

do u get bullied?
personly i don't write many poems about myself, but your poems seem personal.
sorry if i seem nosy

"I have nothing to be proud of today but hopefully tomorrow I will."

i was never bullied persay, i was just a loner. these days, however, i have a comparitively active social life, and am often nearer the bullier then the bullied. i write about myself because i know myself better then i know most other things, and one should know their subject matter. that's all.

"life sucks but its better than the alternative"