Inside You’re Bleeding

Do you wanna be somebody else?
Sick of feeling so left out?
Hate when they think that you
don’t know what you’re talking about?

Are you desperate to find something
more before your life is over?
Wanna stare up at the rainbows
while lying in fields of clover?

Are you sick of everyone around?
Wish they would leave you alone
with the big fake smiles that
look like they’re chiseled in stone?

There’s no one that really cares
what it is you are needing
 all you get’s their superior lies
while deep down inside you’re bleeding!

Sara Jayne & Teresa Marie   11/15/11


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39 thoughts on “Inside You’re Bleeding

  1. So true the words in this piece really hits home. We always searching for something that void that has always been there but never found.

  2. your poem evokes the emotions of being entrapped, with an (here’s where a non-word should be invented: alterior) alternative POV.
    This was how I would’ve felt as a teen…a the point where one begins to think for oneself, yet is still ”be-holding” to others (begrudgingly).

    very good poem…I’m hittin’ the Like Button.

  3. Terri,

    This is heart-wrenching. It reminds me of a very dark time in high school. May I suggest an epilogue? I would like to see the silver lining with this piece. 🙂

  4. Yes, yes, yes and very true.
    What a totally engaging piece, so glad I found it. Whatever your daughters input, it was making a good poem better.

    1. Tino, Thanks for the kind words! This poem was a 50/50 effort. Sara wrote some lines down on a piece of paper and when I found it, I add mine to it. I think it turned out really well and she was very happy with the result too. Blessings…

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