Wednesday, July 1, 2009

my poem...
By: Shelby aka Tally Martinn

seshy311@yahoo.com

www.okeagleonline.com

I AM A METAPHOR

I am a writer writing of my pain, I am the poison flowing through your veins.

I am your sister cold and misunderstood; I am your unwanted daughter wandering the neighborhood.

I am the pain you wish would go away, I am your therapist saying "It'll be okay."

I am the kitten you used to care for; I am the girl you said you'd be there for.

I am the crickets you hear late at night, I am the times you wish that you could fight.

I am a lost baby cold and alone, I am the young child who wandered away from home.

I am your pharmacist selling you pills; I am the smoker telling you "tobacco kills!"

I am the lonely screamer drowning in blood, I am the outlaw alone and asleep in the mud.

I am the tears you cry when you are depressed, I am the song you hear that makes you obsessed.

I am the clumsy dancer you see on TV, I am the one you hide behind so no one will see.

I am an actress ready to rehearse my lines; I am the thief ready to pay for my crimes.

I am a solid shoulder for you to cry on, I am a good friend you can rely on.

I am here and ready to love you, I am not sure if I can make it through.

I am the fighter not happy but proud of my scars, I am the soldier forced to fight your wars.

I am your crying friend curled up in bed; I am your girlfriend who smiled when you kiss my hand.

I am the responsible one who hides my tears; I am the hopeless soul with unpleasant fears.

I am the one who cries when no ones around, I am the freak who lies on upturned ground.

I am the liar here to stand up to you; I am the one who stands with the outcast few.

I am the rebel you don't want to be, I am all the pain you pretend not to see.

I am the copycat here to mimic your song; I am your playmate here to play along.

I am the person wanting you to care; I am your daughter wishing you were there.

I am your forgotten sister that you ignore; I am the greedy child always wanting more.

I am the shadow creeping in your neighborhood; I am the teenager wishing I knew I could.

I am the one in pain that you can't see; I am the poet with a fake memory.

I am the shoulder you lean on when you're afraid, I am all the plans you wish you'd made.

I am the dark clouds looming in the sky; I am all the reasons you wonder why.

I am the things you regret when you close your eyes; I am all your secreted lies.

I am your sick days that are up too soon, I am all the things you think about when you look at the moon.

I am the spiders you're scared to clean out of your corner; I am the dead girl who has no mourners.

I am your only trusted enemy; I am all the slaves today wanting to be free.

I am every man's nightmare; I am every woman trying to care.

I am the co-worker you think you know, I am the pain in your heart you're trying not to show.

I am the hatred flowing through you veins; I am the silent girl without a name.

I am the boiling sun you think is too hot, I am the things you always wish you were not.

I am trying to be who you want me to; I am the one who broke my own heart and fixed it with glue.

I am the one who lies in my own tears; I am the crying child with mortal fears.

I am scared of death and it's scared of me, I am quitting this poem to make a happy memory.
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