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Strength - 1. Chapter 1


I’ve been told by people who don’t know me,
who don’t understand anything about me,
just how strong I am.
That I'm a strong woman,
who could succeed in anything.

They don’t see the nervous wreck when I'm by myself.
The problems are small,
insignificant to you.
I'm a weak pathetic excuse for a human.
Selfish.

I don’t like talking about myself,
or making my own decisions.
But I'm sick and tired of trying to please everyone,
from people I don’t know,
to my best friend and girlfriend.
Can't I just be me?
Instead of having to pretend all the time?

I can't do that,
it’ll scare the two people I love most.
I don’t want to be a worry to them.
Or make them angry.
I don’t like it when the anger is directed at me,
it grinds in how worthless I am,
that they are better than me.
I know it’s true,
but It still hurts when it is emphasized.

I pray for something out of my control will happen,
so no one will blame me.

Copyright © 2011 Bumblebee; All Rights Reserved.
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MEIN GOTT!!!

 

BEE BEE!!!

 

COME NURSE ME BACK TO HEALTH!!!

 

& I CAN

 

CARE FOR YOU AND MAKE YOU APREISIATED.(I CANNE SPELL DAT WORD)

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Hey Bee Bee :hug: You know we love you to bits :wub:

 

We know deep down you will get there, you will succeed, because your our Bee Bee and we love you.:wub:

 

Lovely poem, and you are everything we want you to be, you just havnt found it yet :hug:

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Some powerful words here. You make me want to rush out and scream to the world: LET ME BE! This poem is not just about the problem of being caught in a rat trap, nor is it a cry for freedom. It is much more than that, its a pidce that says we live, then we live for others, and we forget the me individual. Your tragic tone is accelerated by the two lines at the end for here you are not seeking death, but renewal. Lovely poem. You succeeded in getting my attention. Thanks for the quick, albeit thought provoking piece. (i wonder if you would visit my poetry under the title "Windows" for i think we may have a similar kind of style) it would b great. :)

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On 09/15/2011 06:02 PM, Freddyness said:
MEIN GOTT!!!

 

BEE BEE!!!

 

COME NURSE ME BACK TO HEALTH!!!

 

& I CAN

 

CARE FOR YOU AND MAKE YOU APREISIATED.(I CANNE SPELL DAT WORD)

love you too hun :hug:
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On 09/15/2011 06:17 PM, Mark92 said:
Hey Bee Bee :hug: You know we love you to bits :wub:

 

We know deep down you will get there, you will succeed, because your our Bee Bee and we love you.:wub:

 

Lovely poem, and you are everything we want you to be, you just havnt found it yet :hug:

Thanks Mark :hug:
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On 09/16/2011 05:03 PM, LJH said:
Some powerful words here. You make me want to rush out and scream to the world: LET ME BE! This poem is not just about the problem of being caught in a rat trap, nor is it a cry for freedom. It is much more than that, its a pidce that says we live, then we live for others, and we forget the me individual. Your tragic tone is accelerated by the two lines at the end for here you are not seeking death, but renewal. Lovely poem. You succeeded in getting my attention. Thanks for the quick, albeit thought provoking piece. (i wonder if you would visit my poetry under the title "Windows" for i think we may have a similar kind of style) it would b great. :)
Thanks for reading and reviewing Louis :hug:
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