Shatter

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Im getting pent up anger out. I made an I hate you cake. It was fun. Yes I am a sick and twisted girl who enjoys breaking others as they have broken me, I will do on to others as they have to me.

Shatter

I can see te broken cracks,
I Look fine on the outside,
But the truth,
Im in over a millon of shattered peices,
You see my smile,
You take the bait and fall for my lie,
Yet Im still smiling,
Fake as can be,
Faker then a barbie,
For no one has saw the real mea,
Plauge by nightmares and insatity,
I Only let you see some of me,
The cold-hearted tempermental Me,
I am really shattered to peices,
For it took not long to shatter,
Nathen, Max, Tyler
May you do great at ruining lives,
Maybe you will find I got my payback,
I will shatter you,
Worse I will make sure i make your life living hell,
I will enjoy it,
In fact right now I hope your ready,
My once silent storm,
Im going to let rage,
And let it be heard,
I will break you down,
Your mind pick them apart past the point of return,
Shatter!
Shatter like glass,
I would warn you,
But im not that nice,
You will Pay,
And you will shatter,
Shatter!

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LadyLuck commented on Shatter

09-22-2010

Beautifully strong poem full. I'm sorry you were hurt. I must say my favorite line is "Fake as can be,/ Faker then a barbie,"It made me laugh because i never liked that doll. Well done. you may want to fix lines 1 & 10

nam1292 commented on Shatter

09-21-2010

ik wat u mean and how you feel u just need to find sum1 that will let u scream vent n cry and help u back together again

Rhymer commented on Shatter

09-19-2010

I know all to well how to wear a mask to hide the inner me raging to get out. Intriguing poem one that seeks revenge to sooth the angered beast within. 10

In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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