Rambles and Poems

Rambles and Poems

Thoughts that occupy the shallow space of my mind from time to time. Not to mention some low quality poems that will most likely be angsty.

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Chapter 1.

Words

~ This is a poem I wrote for a school project a while back. Each verse is from a different person's point of view - except for the last, which I guess is all. The poem is based on family dynamics ~


Words.
They ring in my head.
And actions.
They speak louder than words.

You think you know me...but do you really?
What do you see?
A smile, perhaps, or a joke shared between friends
But do you see past that?
Do you see how I'm breaking inside?
Of course not. No one does.
If they do, they ignore it.
After all, who wants to burden themself with the problems of another?

Words.
They ring in my head.
And actions.
They speak louder than words.

Behind closed doors are things I'll never speak of
Things that will haunt me until the end of my days
Just when I think I'm enjoying myself
An unwanted memory.
It's as simple as that.
Memories have too much power.
They can spring to mind when you least expect it
And leave you with a sense of nostalgia, regret or even fear.
Fear that it will happen again.
That there is no end to certain things.
Things that have left you scarred.

Words.
They ring in my head.
And actions.
They speak louder than words.

Perhaps you think I'm being over dramatic.
Perhaps you really just don't care.
But do you have any idea how it feels to have your childhood innocence ripped away from you?
I had to grow up too fast.
I wasn't ready to carry the world on my shoulders.
But my parents thrust it upon me anyway.
The part that hurt the most?
They did it without a second thought.

Words.
They ring in my head.
And actions.
They speak louder than words.

If you still are able to look at this world with that childhood curiosity, that wonder
Then I envy you.
I envy your ignorance.
I envy the way you can look at someone and smile genuinely, without questioning if they have ulterior motives
I envy the way that you are so free,
Free of the hurt and the midnight thoughts of "Am I good enough?"

Words.
They ring in my head.
And actions.
They speak louder than words

So go on.
Laugh at me, if you will.
Tell others that I'm that weird kid who gets defensive over the smallest things
I won't care.
I've faced enough already.
I've attempted to tackle my inner demons that were planted by someone I once looked up to.
If you asked me if I loved them,
I'd still respond yes.
But why, you may ask?
Why love someone who put you through so much?
And you know what?
You don't understand.
You never will.

Words.
They ring in my head.
And actions.
They speak louder than words
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