I am called disturbed

by she   Feb 3, 2008


I don't talk because i have nothing good to say.
i remain misunerstood,because no one understands the way i feel inside.
i cry into the night because in that some release is what i find.
i keep my skin hidden to hide my cuts and bruises.
i avoid my house so i won't have to endure the abuse.
i'm okay even though you may not think so.
i am called disturbed simply because i am not like you.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Silent Screams

    Very well done, your poem gives off tis feeling that no one really cares about you. Well I hope thats not true. And thanks you very much for commenting on my poems I haven't posted anything in a really long time so no one ever really rights stuff on my poems anymore
    Auna

  • 16 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    Thats really good a lot of people can relate to that xx and no one is the same xx

  • 16 years ago

    by Jenna Bella Oldridge

    Its the "rice burner's" like me...hehe love this poem. keep em coming...

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