Laughing throughout this crowded event

I know they don't see me

Their vision is bent

Still laughing in public at everyone's jokes

This depression goes unnoticed

Hidden behind the smoke

I know someone somewhere understands where I am

Understands that I'm vulnerable

Sees I'm lost and I'm damned

I'll keep it inside

Running all my tears dry

There's nowhere to run; in my pain I'll reside

Feeling this hurt; While the world carries on

Makes it more clear

That my hopes are foregone

I'll keep holding course; waiting for that true friend

Keeping hold of these feelings

Til these wounds start to mend

Keyword: my bologna has a first name its OSCAR my bologna has a second name its MAYER

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Posted by indianaman130 2008-07-16 23:44:41 .... Trapped in torment. shame people feel these emotions more than happiness. Makes you wonder about the direction of the world. People endure though, keep on trucking. + Report this comment
Posted by Mokusa 2008-07-16 23:46:09 .... Good poem. The worlds biggest source of inspiration sadness- has done it again. I think it was well written, the rhythm was loose in places (I'm one to talk) but it didn't bother me too much. Keep it up. + Report this comment
Posted by philneale1952 2008-07-17 04:55:26 .... Unless you wear your heart on your sleeve, and that's not really a good idea, no-one knows the hurt going on inside. Great portrayal of concealed pain with the normal world in counterpoint to it. Phil + Report this comment
Posted by Bomber 2008-07-17 05:44:33 .... I could really relate to this. Having been right to the bottom myself and climbing the very steep slope back to the top I can empathise with the narrator. You capture the sadness really well - please tell me it's not autobiographical!! + Report this comment
Posted by CDeCarlo 2008-07-17 08:28:18 .... It really illustrated how she felt trapped and wanted someone to notice. She really felt like she was stuck inside herself and all she wanted was for someone to reach out. I liked it. + Report this comment
Posted by mickruston 2008-07-17 13:18:16 On the Mend I loved this poem. My wife suffers from bi-polar disorder and I am her full time carer. If my wife could write poetry this is the sort of poem she would write! I could relate to this - very nice! + Report this comment
Posted by resistanceisfreedom 2008-07-17 20:56:57 .... some of the words you chose for this were interesting to me. and i liked the flow, it was different than your other poems. but yea, you definitely captured the torment very well. + Report this comment
Posted by alfred 2008-07-17 21:11:17 .... I know where you are at my dear...storiesville. ok, that was lame even by my standards. Nice poem ms sour puss(hence..lemon) + Report this comment
Posted by lemon 2008-07-18 15:55:24 .... Well dear Alfred, Thanks for finding me. I thought I'd be lost forever in the vastness that is the internet ;) + Report this comment
Posted by Something Indecent 2008-07-18 23:22:30 .... Psh. Sad chicks. ;) + Report this comment
Posted by eternalsunshine 2008-07-24 15:51:24 .... This reminds me of high school, or I guess maybe, my own experiences in high school. The rhythm seemed a little messy, like it was off (the lines don't match), but I could really understand and associate with the emotion coming through the poem, so good job! + Report this comment
Posted by harmattan 2008-08-10 05:50:08 mend I thought is was all a bit too casual, as if it was written as a distant retrospective. Perhaps you should have waited just a little longer and written a joyfull poem about being mended. + Report this comment

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