HERES A POEM FOR YOU GUYS
So at night, when the world is sleeping she lays awake
Thinking of this reality game in which she plays fake
So people began to feed this game while laughing on the side
She has to pick before these two worlds of hers collide
So she camouflages with each person she’s with
Being who you want is a reality but that’s just a myth
Because the person she wants to be is not her at all
In this big world of mystery she walks away-small
So the people began to laugh and their laughs echo the soul
And yet she falls in deeper, farther, and deeper into the hole
And yet, We Watch! We watch that girl lose her being
And in our minds- no thought of her freeing
So we watch! And we point! And we watch some more!
And her soul’s virginity becomes a selfish whore!
And she then she judges those around like she has no flaws
But we stay hush because we must respect the game’s laws
So she talks and thinks she is a piece of this world
But yet she’s just a lost little girl
And her soul begins to pack because it can’t take it anymore
And it walks out without even thinking of closing the door
Yet, she walks around soulless and empty and we feed her pity
We lipstick her with laughs and eye shadow her evilness –oh how pretty!
Then the men of the game let her think she has them all
And these exact men, oh yes, they will be her downfall!
So she huffs and she puffs and she plays her next move
This poor little girl thinks she has something to prove
So people give her things and she soaks them up well
Her destination of this game- not knowing- is the abyss of hell
She plays and she thinks her moves will make her an acclaimed girl
But this damn game is about to take her for a twirl
So she ponders her next moves but she cannot
Simply because the opponents have her caught
And the world laughs and laughs and so does her soul
Because now she lies inside that self-dug hole
This should really be in a hub format. It's an interesting poem, indeed, so I'll give it a bump and invite people to ponder over it and respond to you.
I would transfer it to a hub. You are an excellent writer. I fanned you already. But I had stuff I had to do today and have not gotten to finish reading your hubs.
I guess you've been around a while, but didn't get noticed, like me, until you came into the forums. I hope you will give us a chance to get to know you better.
Put it in a hub , its a wonderful piece and thank you for allowing us to notice you.
I have e-mailed her, it is such a fine piece. I had fanned her already before I read it. I think she only has two fans. Hopefully that will change, now you're here and have seen her.
She is a wonderful poet and you being her fan is also wonderful never short sale yourself, you are great to Faybe.
I wish all my hubs could just be about how much I love each and every one of you, being there, helping me along. I write what I have to write, as I am sure you do too. But if I could have my druthers, there would be one about you, and one about Pinkylee... the list goes on. You are all my "place" my corner of the world. HubPages, it's just a name for where I found my home.
I am hoping I can catch people before they leave, having never had the chance to know you all as I do.
Thank you guys so much! Sorry I'm just now responding my laptop crashed so I have to do everything via cellular but yes I have been a member of this page but I left cause I couldn't catch on to it really lol but I'm back the poems that I've been posting are poems I've wrote at the ages of 18 and 19 ; I've just been so tied with school I'm 21 next month and I have changed my writing style ! I will post the new writing style by tomorrow ; thank you agin I really appreciate your comments !
lol thank you everyone , thanks to your comment I have put this in a hub and also added more !
This is quite fascinating. What a brave and open insight into your beliefs and inner tapes about yourself. One can hope it's also about trying to leave those tapes behind and find a less critical self. Best wishes to you.
This poem is quite good.
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