Thank You (2008) Edited (2012)

Thank You

Thank you for making me think I was a waste of space.

Thank you for creating the monsters I had to face.

Thank you for making me frown, and unbearable pain.

Thank you for making these scars and these clouds full of rain.

Thank you for drowning my confidence, my hope, my heart.

Thank you for telling that lie, "we will not fall apart."

Thank you for disregarding my endless list of doubts.

Thank you for not listening to my poetic shouts.

Thank you for chaining me to depression and fears.

Thank you for never wiping away my warm tears.

Thank you for the real friends, that after you I gained--

without your disloyalty, I would still be chained.

-Belle Rose

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Excellent Auburn Jewel

Dear Washington, You consumed my joy yet you also added smile You stole my proof-- Proof that there is such thing as fate, that there is such thing as defeating one's fears, and meeting your wish, on the road to Damascus. Take care of my joy, my wish Take care of my Friend

Pencils Down

Pencils Down The paper is in front of me, problem number one, It's the easy one. I rush through it, because I know all the answers. But I never hear the right answer, because I am too busy saying "I am right". So then I give up and I move on, but this problem has more steps, more thinking, and my mind is still on the first problem and I keep adding more mistakes... more problems. So I slow down, try to understand all the problems, try to solve it in my head, but now there are too many problems, and I don't know where to start. Are the edges of the page getting sharp? Are the lines on the page sticking to my skin, the skin covered in panic, the skin covered in tears. I can't keep track of which problem I am on, I'm still on the first one, and I can't stop looking at it. I'm avoiding everything else on this page, "My answers are stupid!" I start to erase, and rewrite what I thin...

Gift

Photo from: AuthenticGrowth.com Words talked over, my voice inside my head Eyes controlled me, my skin burned, cut, and dead Anxiety, told me the biggest lies Notebook pages, soaked up all my loud cries Every mistake, piled up on my chest Heart beat, fast pace, impossible to rest The attention, self-esteem took hold of It hurts to unwrap, what a gift is self-love.

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