Hurting Poem by Teens

You Don't See The Real Me

This poem describes my life. I am a sophomore in high school, and it seems like everywhere I go people refer to me as the "perfect" girl. They describe me as "the athletic one" or "the Asian one" or "the girl with pretty hair." It seems like no one cares about my opinion. Or my life. They only care about getting dirt on me. Or watching my "fairy tale rich girl" life from the side. If someone would take the time, they'd learn how poor my family really is. How imperfect my life is.

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God I've never found a poem or any piece that could describe exactly how I feel before THIS. It felt like I was reading my own work. Now I know I'm not alone. Keep writing! :)) xx

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No One Will Ever Understand

Published by Family Friend Poems November 2011 with permission of the Author.

You think you understand me?
I can hear you speak, you see?

You go on about my perfect life.
You have no idea of the pain and the strife.

You don't know about how I stress.
Worried to know if you'll like the way I dress.

Worried to know if you'll see past my look.
To find out it I like sports, hugs, or books.

All you see is the careless look I show.
So you automatically know me? No.

You only see the sarcasm, and the "I don't care"
You only see perfect clothes and hair.

You don't take the time to find out my fears.
Which is why every night ends in tears.

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