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Array ( [sid] => 16733 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => My Happy Day [time] => 2003-04-29 22:45:00 [hometext] => When I was going through depression when I felt I was ugly and fat when really I was fine, just little words even as jokes would affect to me to the point I would just cave in. And how someone can help you over come [bodytext] => You see me and you see my shell
Whats inside I would never tell
The way I hurt, the way I cry
The way tears fall from out my eye
You think that all those things you say
Will not affect me in any way
But I have been hurt many times before
Been treated like a stupid whore
Been bashed about, bullied and messed
Been made to think i'm worth much less
Been told I'm ugly, nothing but fat
I've been left to cry while alone I sat
I have been judged from the way I have been
You forget how your words penetrate in
How the compliments mean nothing
when the insults are said
How you start to see them yourself in your head
Finally those people have left scares on your soul
You start to rebel and your innocence they have stole
You start to hide the hurt with a fronted smile
It works for such a long while
But then someone you meet wants to get inside
He knows how you've hurt, he know's how you've cried
He wants to help, he shows his care
Whenever you need him he's always there
Listens to me when my heart needs to speak
Makes me feel strong when I'm left feeling weak
Knows how to make me feel more than ok
For I have found my Happy Day!
[comments] => 2 [counter] => 179 [topic] => 32 [informant] => anna [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
My Happy Day

Contributed by anna on Tuesday, 29th April 2003 @ 10:45:00 PM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry



You see me and you see my shell
Whats inside I would never tell
The way I hurt, the way I cry
The way tears fall from out my eye
You think that all those things you say
Will not affect me in any way
But I have been hurt many times before
Been treated like a stupid whore
Been bashed about, bullied and messed
Been made to think i'm worth much less
Been told I'm ugly, nothing but fat
I've been left to cry while alone I sat
I have been judged from the way I have been
You forget how your words penetrate in
How the compliments mean nothing
when the insults are said
How you start to see them yourself in your head
Finally those people have left scares on your soul
You start to rebel and your innocence they have stole
You start to hide the hurt with a fronted smile
It works for such a long while
But then someone you meet wants to get inside
He knows how you've hurt, he know's how you've cried
He wants to help, he shows his care
Whenever you need him he's always there
Listens to me when my heart needs to speak
Makes me feel strong when I'm left feeling weak
Knows how to make me feel more than ok
For I have found my Happy Day!




Copyright © anna ... [ 2003-04-29 22:45:00]
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Re: My Happy Day (User Rating: 1 )
by 0o_Jelly_Bean_o0 on Tuesday, 29th April 2003 @ 11:43:58 PM AEST
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This is really nice... I hope you don't feel sad anymore... Keep up the good work...


Re: My Happy Day (User Rating: 1 )
by youngpoet1989 on Wednesday, 30th April 2003 @ 01:45:44 AM AEST
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SAD!
I know how it feels to be called those names,
It hurts inside but you dont really show it,
and then you find someone who likes you
for who you are.




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