- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Mean Girl
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You stare at me with those scornful eyes,
To tell me lies.
To cut my ties.
For me you despise.
Yet, some days your sweet,
Before yanking the rug from under my feet.
You and I have had so much fun,
Times in the sun,
Going for a run,
Shooting my gun,
Partying a ton.
So why in a snap, do you turn on me?
Everything comes with an emotional fee.
Forget the past, should be the key.
For even you, it’s plain to see?
Stop sending me to therapy!
I’ve seen you at your best,
So full of zest,
Allowing me to rest.
I’ve seen you at your worst,
Showing I’m cursed,
Never quenching my thirst,
In mean, you’re well versed.
Do you get pleasure from my pain?
What’s your gain?
Drown me in rain?
To keep me insane?
We should work as a team,
Then brightly I’d beam,
You’d feel better it’d seem.
But no, you never forget the past,
The shadow you cast,
My flag at half mast,
Why must it last?
Please, please, I’m so tired,
In this mud, I’m mired,
The way that I’m wired.
No more, I give up, leave me alone,
Happiness, should be what I’m shown,
The seeds of forgiveness need to be sown.
Who can help this hurting girl?
Alone in this world,
In the corner all curled.
Just think of the relationships you’ve killed,
For spite or for thrill?
Keep me walking uphill.
Give me your hand and don’t let me down.
Judge me not to remove my frown.
Anoint me with the confident crown.
You know what I want,
But you continue to haunt,
My heart you do flaunt.
I scream, can you hear?
I want to cheer,
Stop living in fear,
And dry every tear,
Yet with each passing year,
I continue to leer,
At the mean girl in the mirror!
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 2 years agoIt breaks my heart to read this as I know it’s truth almost as much as you do. You deserve the world, beautiful girl and I know someday you will have it. I love you, always.
Ehdudeover 2 years agoI think I understand what this is all about. I know that one must forgive oneself to be able to move on in life to find one's happiness. We are often so quick to be hard on ourselves, so quick to condemn. Why are we any worse than anyone else? Do we not deserve to also be happy? Of course we do... we are just human and flawed. I think the sooner we can accept ourselves, as that person in the mirror, flaws and strengths, we can move to a place where we ponder each day in those quiet moments that do happen all the time, how we are good people... and ok. No need to tar-and-feather ourselves each day. Instead, look at the beauty we each possess and can share with the world around us. That might help the person in the mirror become someone whole and not just a piece of ourselves to disdain. Excellent poem Brittni! Very eloquent and intense for sure!
