Ironic

by Tiffani   Sep 4, 2007


This is the poem for when u lay awake at night,
and u cant sleep,
the pains too grueling,
u think u cut a little too deep...
afraid to take another breath,
afraid of life,
afraid of death....
not sure if u are crazy,
but knowing your not sane,
u just know its not right,
there shouldn't be this pain....
as you think theres gotta be more to life,
than tears, drugs, and men....
but who am i to say?
i was called a rebel by age 10.
so sick of the yelling,
sick of the tears,
sick of the wasted days,
sick of these fears....
feeling so useless,
with out a cure.
u think your misunderstood,
but i cant help but wonder-
everyone sees lightening,
everyone feels thunder,
people relate to what i say
and they say my words do them good....
so in the end,
am i really that misunderstood???

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  • 17 years ago

    by kittykat0232

    That is ironic, how misunderstood people feel yet wen u write it down people always relate, never thought of it that way! great job, loved ur point of view! 5/5
    ~*Kat*~

  • 17 years ago

    by AJ Irving

    This was great

  • 17 years ago

    by kimberly

    Very deep! my gosh, we all can change!