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Every day passes,
reminding me of lessons to be learned.
Opportunities pass me by,
showing me things to be earned.
I do not know life as an adult sees it,
only as a child and teen.
I can only guess what life is meant to be,
based on what I've seen.
Today I learned of love,
and the pain that it myay bear.
You can never know a person's truth,
behind the masks they wear.
I do not know the meaning of love,
or why it is never true.
I'm unsure of so many things these days,
I know less than I thought I knew.
I find it's getting difficult,
to distinguish bad fron good.
And although it sounds cliche,
I'm a child misunderstood.
I need to move on past the hurts,
move to heaven from this hell.
I need to stand up to others,
and to myself as well.
I don't know how to tell,
a good friend from a bad.
We talk behind each other's backs,
ruining the trust we had.
When I stare into the mirror,
I see things I wish I could deny.
A fear of judgement and confrontation,
I can no longer look myself in the eye.
If everybody has to go,
through torment and through pain.
If they understand the hurt,
that is another's gain.
If they can feel,
the burden of their fears.
And know the cost,
of showing their tears.
If they know how it feels,
to have a lover or friend.
Stab their backs with knives,
Why are they so cruel to say
these are the best years of our lives?
Marissa Roche
PS. This is not a poem I wrote. This is just a poem I really like because it is how I feel.
 Black~Rose~90 · Fri Apr 29, 2005 @ 12:17am · 1 Comments |
