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Don't Let Them WinI think that you're beautiful,
In many more ways than one,
Never believe what they tell you,
Don't let them blind your sun.
I think that you're a winner,
You certainly won my heart,
They're the real losers,
For tearing you apart.
I think that you're smart,
Way smarter than they are,
Because you don't need to torment,
As you're better than them by far.
I know that you won't believe me,
That you think I'm just letting you confide,
But believe this now and never doubt;
You're stunning on the inside.
I'm a bully.I'm a bully.
There is this one person I can't stand.
When ever she have a bad day I never fail to make it worse.
In my opinion she is asking for it.
Her friends are worried, its amusing. Can't we all tell they don't really care?
In her parents opinion, well to have an opinion they would need to know.
She doesn't wish for her father to think of her as even weaker. Such a pansy.
I have reasons why I do it to her.
Reasons that aren't necessarily mine to share, But she hurt someone close to me.
She made them go away for a long time. It's all her fault, and I plan to make her suffer.
I will have her bleed, have her bruise, have her break.
You people must really dislike me right now, my audience must been in awe that someone would be this cruel, and admit it.
I bet you guys are all worried about this young creature, being tortured by a monster such as myself.
Do you want to hear what she wishes to say?
Why don't you ask her.
Even If I Don't Look Like It...I'm insecure,
Unsure of myself,
and just a wee bit
Even if I don't look like it...
I'm a clown,
Painting on that smile.
I have courage,
because I can face my fears
because I don't whine about the pain,
I just get through it.
Even if I don't look like it...
I need the reassurance
that you'll stay.
I want that hug that you thought about giving,
then didn't because I looked so cold.
I love your smile, laugh, happiness,
because just to see you happy brightens my day
Even if I don't look it...
I can make it through without you,
because I know how to,
I've done it before, I can do it again.
I can go on without all the things I want,
All the things I need,
I do it all the time.
I can stay alive, even if I can't really live.
"I'm selfish, impatient, and a little insecure.
I make mistakes, I am out of control & at times
hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my
worst, then you absolutely don't deserve me
at my best."
Your ChoiceI was four
When he raised his fist, I raised my voice
When he turned on me, we turned our backs
You chose to protect me
I was seven
When you met another, I was confused
When you fell in love, I didn't argue
You chose a new love
I was ten
When you asked me to move, I said yes
When you became distracted, I kept silent
You chose a new family
I was eleven
When I cried alone, you called me a baby
When I needed you most, you were too busy
You chose a new life
I was sixteen
When my emotions stormed, you said I was trouble
When I tried to talk, you said it was my fault
You chose to ignore me
I was seventeen
When you saw the scars, you only got angry
When you heard why, you only placed blame
You chose not to listen
I'm now nineteen
Now you're confused by my behavior, like its all new
Now you claim you're worried, but do nothing to help
You chose to finally see
But you chose too late
Because of YouI'm breaking,
can't you see it?
can't you see?
My smile is fake,
won't reach my eyes.
My heart's starting to break,
can't you hear it's cries?
In my tears,
In my fears,
But you don't see it,
don't you, dear?
Can't you see I'm suffering?
Can't you see I'm dying?
Can't you understand,
that I'm falling apart?
But you know what's worse?
It's that you don't realize,
all my tears and cries,
aren't just because,
but are because of you.
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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Lilyas has dedicated herself to making our community a brighter place with her vibrant artwork and infectious enthusiasm for interacting with others in our community. It has certainly paid off, as many deviants flock to her page on a daily basis to let her know how much of an inspiration she is. We absolutely agree, and couldn't let all that hard work go without recognition, so it's with great pride that we bestow the Deviousness Award for March 2014, to ... Read More