Poem # 1 Jazz B | 8th Grade
There ’ s a box in my mind filled with pieces of memory . Floating around somewhat endlessly . These memories are kept . Secret . Hidden . Never brought out because they ’ re forbidden . I want to hold them out and shout . “ Look at this !”, “ look at me ” I ’ m faced with a reality that I can ’ t help but be . But that ’ s not the box people ever want to see . I hide my emotions thinking they ’ ll thrift , yet the real me is caught in the drift . I look over the cliff and out to the tide but I don ’ t jump , because I ’ m hollow inside . You took the parts of me that were easy for you . Ouch . That hurt . Could ’ ve said thank you . My memories are longing for attention , my face is scratched from this mask I wear called pretension . But the mask you wear projects virility . How are you mistaking my beauty for my fragility ? You ’ ve taken me and twisted me to your perfection . I ’ m found most useful when it ’ s for your predilection . You see me through your ugly eyes , you feed me all your useless lies . You ’ ve put on a lens you ’ re blinded by , but I can ’ t follow you , not this time . I ’ ve finally crossed the line . I ’ ll scream and shout yet I have so much drear the least I deserve is for someone to hear . I ’ m weighed down by the fear inside . There ’ s so much going on in my mind . No more hand in hand , enough with the can ’ s and cants . I swallow back my cries and go back to who they want me to be . Unseen . So I belong in the space between .
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