Third Wheel

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Third Wheel

I hate it when

you think that I dont care

when I obviously do.

When you act like im not there,

like I'm nothing to you.

When I'm hiding my emotions

so that shit can't start,

you can't even see,

that you're tearing me apart.

I don't know who you are,

your barely a friend.

When you ignore like that,
the pain won't end.
But now I'm done with the pain
the sorrow,
the hurt,
the lonliness,
sadness,

and isolation,

I'm redeeming myself,

quiting my obligation,
to you i tried to be a good friend,
but it looks like good things come to an end.
Sorry, I wish there was some other way,
but the lack of awareness,
is driving me away.
I wish you could've been smarter,
and knew what to do.
But that's the past,
and now, we should be....
through.

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MrsSue commented on Third Wheel

07-07-2009

Wow! This poem is great! It kinda reminds me of someone I know. I honestly adore your writing. Your terrific!

boomchild commented on Third Wheel

05-28-2009

wow, I went on quite a bit further not even realizing I ran out of space, anyway, basicly the rest of the comment was that when you can convey the most with the least it becomes a very powerfull piece, I can see that you have the talent for poetry and would like to follow your progress as you mature in your work. good job please keep it up.

Demosthenes

05/28/2009

Thank you very much! I hope to get better and better!

boomchild commented on Third Wheel

05-28-2009

Potential, I can see alot of writing potential there, I take it you were or are hurt by someone, probably a man they always hurt you in one way or another sooner or later, you are young though, you'll toughen up with time and just roll with it. Now to the poem, poetry is an excelent way to vent, unfortunaly it often turns more into venting than poetry, but...when you consolidate, take out any and all extra words but still leave the meat of the matter , maybe a little rhyming, basics sound good

If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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