Life as I know it

by Krysten   Jul 29, 2012


Nobody knows, nobody sees
What goes on behind the scenes

Nobody knows all about my past
And how my childhood went so fast

Pushed into the teenage years almost adult
Getting told everyday, that it wasn't my fault

I had to act strong even though i was weak
I had to pretend there was nothing wrong so to speak

At it was obvious how my behaviour did change
Only at school it seemed strange

At school i could be what i liked
Angry and tough, who most people disliked

If you knew me, you'd know i'm a different person at school then at home
School i don't care about, at home i only did as i was shown

I had to be mature, until i ran away
Ran from abuse and hurt, with my mother i choose to stay

Yelling, screaming, punching, kicking seemed to follow me like a curse, it still happened everywhere i went
In all those years thats how they were spent

Since this year things have started being okay
Got a house without abuse no more need to run away

Don't act like you know me and my cries
You weren't there to see it with your eyes

You wonder why i'm so screwed up, here it is on a silver platter
The ones who judge are the ones who don't matter

This is not a bedtime story nor is this a show
Because reality is you will never truely know

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  • 11 years ago

    by Tara Kay

    Krysten,
    I have no idea why this doesn't have any comments, because it is actually a really good piece...so I am saying to anyone reading this as passing, read the poem!

    I am not always a fan of the rhyme due to the fact that it is restricted and the flow needs to be spot on and not feel forced as such...as though you tried too hard, BUT this piece flowed almost flawlessly, and the rhymes were simple yet the piece was really moving and strong with the rhymes.

    The story behind this is a sad one and one that breaks my heart but also one of strength and hope towards the end.
    It really annoys me when people are judged without being spoken to or being known, because what we see on the outside isn't always the full story and sometimes it is a cover for something else, something that no-one can understand.

    If I have to critique and I really don't like doing this on such personal pieces, but I feel it is needed here in a sense that the poem itself is really good, and therefore the punctuation lets it down...try and tidy it up a little, making sure capital letters are all up to scratch and in place, which helps with the sight from the reader, and doesn't distract from the piece.

    This piece really was a joy to read, and was heart breaking in it's story, and made me feel for you...stay strong, and walk tall, be proud of yourself :)

    x

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