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Array ( [sid] => 138623 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Story Of Her Life [time] => 2007-11-19 14:20:29 [hometext] => This Poem was written from personal experiences. It's not the best ever and it doesn't rhyme but I like it. [bodytext] => She sits there as you laugh
pretending it doesn't bother her.
When really on the inside,
she's being ripped apart.

You tease her,
hold a magnifying glass to her flaws,
and point them out to other people,
as she tries not to cry through her fake laughter.

You say you're "just joking"
and she thinks, "Why does he joke like that?
Why is just talking to me not good enough?"

She needs out.
As soon as she gets the chance she's gone.
Somewhere she can hide and cry.
Somewhere she isn't teased and insulted.
Somewhere she can be herself.

She talks to the one person that will listen,
and not judge her.
He always sits there, staring up at her and listens.
He moves closer to her when she's sad,
and waggs his tail to cheer her up.
He curls up on her lap.

Soon her face holds a sad smile.
She knows he will always be there for her.
She takes comfort in the fact that he will never tease her,
that he will never laugh at her.

She momentarily escapes her pain as she goes to sleep.
Only to be assaulted by it again when she wakes.
She sits up in her bed, looks out at the rising sun,
and gets ready for school.

The place full of fake laughter,
forced smiles,
and broken hearts.

The story of her life. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 229 [topic] => 65 [informant] => Aela [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 24 [ratings] => 5 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => toughstuff )

The Story Of Her Life

Contributed by Aela on Monday, 19th November 2007 @ 02:20:29 PM in AEST
Topic: toughstuff

She sits there as you laugh
pretending it doesn't bother her.
When really on the inside,
she's being ripped apart.

You tease her,
hold a magnifying glass to her flaws,
and point them out to other people,
as she tries not to cry through her fake laughter.

You say you're "just joking"
and she thinks, "Why does he joke like that?
Why is just talking to me not good enough?"

She needs out.
As soon as she gets the chance she's gone.
Somewhere she can hide and cry.
Somewhere she isn't teased and insulted.
Somewhere she can be herself.

She talks to the one person that will listen,
and not judge her.
He always sits there, staring up at her and listens.
He moves closer to her when she's sad,
and waggs his tail to cheer her up.
He curls up on her lap.

Soon her face holds a sad smile.
She knows he will always be there for her.
She takes comfort in the fact that he will never tease her,
that he will never laugh at her.

She momentarily escapes her pain as she goes to sleep.
Only to be assaulted by it again when she wakes.
She sits up in her bed, looks out at the rising sun,
and gets ready for school.

The place full of fake laughter,
forced smiles,
and broken hearts.

The story of her life.

Copyright © Aela ... [ 2007-11-19 14:20:29]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: The Story Of Her Life (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Monday, 19th November 2007 @ 02:58:36 PM AEST
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This is very sad but well written.
Hang tuff, my friend.
Take care of yourself and I'll put you in my prayers.
Luv, huggs, prayer,
emy

Re: The Story Of Her Life (User Rating: 1 )
by simonedontplay on Tuesday, 20th November 2007 @ 12:38:51 AM AEST
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i loved its sad , but its good, its dosen't rhyme, but it just flows together, i know how you feel, cause i felt it through your poetry, Youll be in my heart

greatpoem

Re: The Story Of Her Life (User Rating: 1 )
by Rescue on Tuesday, 20th November 2007 @ 04:58:23 AM AEST
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Well put, I enjoyed it!

Re: The Story Of Her Life (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 20th November 2007 @ 12:39:29 PM AEST
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This reminds me of myself a lot during a certain point in my life right down to going outside and sitting with my dog. This is an amazing poem that is well written and flows wonderfully without the use of rhyme. Great.

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