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No One...
By: Natasha D. Rufin
It's blowing cold on the outside
The skies are gray on the outside
A smile is missing on the outside
As a heart is broken on the inside.
Cold.
Harsh.
Selfish.
Manipulative.
Is what her best friends see her as
Each word ripping her straight through
Until she could no longer fake it on the outside
Until all she does is ball up crying
Really trying
Not to let the words crush her spirit
She forgot to put her trust in her Father
And Him only
So now she lays here
Feeling so cold
Not wanting to open to anyone
Wanting to shut the petals
Of the rose that has begun to bloom
Close off her heart
Not wanting anything to pierce her gloom.
To one person I'm annoying and clingy
To another I am not open enough
To someone else I manipulate
Who is this person everyone hates?
Tears fall from my cheeks
It shouldn't hurt the way they see me
But it does!
And I can't stop the hurt
Can't stop feeling awful
Can't stop feeling like I belong nowhere
That I'm a nomad without a home
Without real friends or family.
So what should I believe?
The words he says?
The things he doesn't?
The way she thinks I don't care?
Really who am I?
Who do you see me as?
Who does God see me as?
If He could paint a picture of me
What would I see?
Would I see someone selfish and cold?
Or someone who is too open and bold?
Would he paint a Princess with a warm heart?
Or an evil witch who casts spells on each heart?
Who am I?
Why am I here again?
I seriously had thought that my issues were over
That my heart was on the mend,
Now I look at those beside me
Puzzled as I try to guess
Who really loves me?
Who really sees me?
Who really cares for me?
Maybe just maybe its no one...
By: Natasha D. Rufin
It's blowing cold on the outside
The skies are gray on the outside
A smile is missing on the outside
As a heart is broken on the inside.
Cold.
Harsh.
Selfish.
Manipulative.
Is what her best friends see her as
Each word ripping her straight through
Until she could no longer fake it on the outside
Until all she does is ball up crying
Really trying
Not to let the words crush her spirit
She forgot to put her trust in her Father
And Him only
So now she lays here
Feeling so cold
Not wanting to open to anyone
Wanting to shut the petals
Of the rose that has begun to bloom
Close off her heart
Not wanting anything to pierce her gloom.
To one person I'm annoying and clingy
To another I am not open enough
To someone else I manipulate
Who is this person everyone hates?
Tears fall from my cheeks
It shouldn't hurt the way they see me
But it does!
And I can't stop the hurt
Can't stop feeling awful
Can't stop feeling like I belong nowhere
That I'm a nomad without a home
Without real friends or family.
So what should I believe?
The words he says?
The things he doesn't?
The way she thinks I don't care?
Really who am I?
Who do you see me as?
Who does God see me as?
If He could paint a picture of me
What would I see?
Would I see someone selfish and cold?
Or someone who is too open and bold?
Would he paint a Princess with a warm heart?
Or an evil witch who casts spells on each heart?
Who am I?
Why am I here again?
I seriously had thought that my issues were over
That my heart was on the mend,
Now I look at those beside me
Puzzled as I try to guess
Who really loves me?
Who really sees me?
Who really cares for me?
Maybe just maybe its no one...
1 comment:
I love your poetry....Great Blog
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