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all the good things fall apart;
you made unhappiness an art
strived to hurt where you could,
and you did, babe, you did.

you built your life around pain;
beauty, daggers to your heart
a deep, deep well in your soul,
you made Schadenfreude your goal.

now I think I understand,
the need for you to undermine;
the need to deny the joys
that dissipate with broken toys.

childhood traumas, class and home,
stole the music, and the smiles;
took the light from your eyes
and left you all alone.

the testing times of bullied strife,
dreading when the class bells rang;
the fear and humiliations, they
never seemed to end.

the triumphant stares
of the alpha girls,
the snide remarks of bully boys;
kicking up the sullen dust
around the sad and broken toys.

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All the Broken Toys

Contributed by spike on Saturday, 3rd November 2018 @ 11:34:35 AM in AEST
Topic: AmericanTragedy

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all the good things fall apart;
you made unhappiness an art
strived to hurt where you could,
and you did, babe, you did.

you built your life around pain;
beauty, daggers to your heart
a deep, deep well in your soul,
you made Schadenfreude your goal.

now I think I understand,
the need for you to undermine;
the need to deny the joys
that dissipate with broken toys.

childhood traumas, class and home,
stole the music, and the smiles;
took the light from your eyes
and left you all alone.

the testing times of bullied strife,
dreading when the class bells rang;
the fear and humiliations, they
never seemed to end.

the triumphant stares
of the alpha girls,
the snide remarks of bully boys;
kicking up the sullen dust
around the sad and broken toys.

Copyright Â© spike ... [ 2018-11-03 11:34:35]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: All the Broken Toys (User Rating: 1 )
by softerware on Saturday, 3rd November 2018 @ 09:20:57 PM AEST
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Kids can be very cruel. Its the only power they have.
Your poem is a virtue hug to all the maligned children now grown up.
softerware

Re: All the Broken Toys (User Rating: 1 )
by Puppy_dog_eyes on Friday, 9th November 2018 @ 09:00:57 PM AEST
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Ironically it is the so called "innocent" child that carries the greatest amount of malevolence.
The school playground can be a dangerous place to those who don/'/t "fit in"
Sometimes life teaches us lessons way before it needs to.

Steve

Re: All the Broken Toys (User Rating: 1 )
by MoonlitAngel on Monday, 19th November 2018 @ 10:22:21 AM AEST
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you paint a beautifully distressing picture with your words. right off the bat, I love this line - you made unhappiness an art. damn. that just speaks to me.

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