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Am I really Normal?

Posted in Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , on September 27, 2013 by Myra's Circle

Don’t you dare

Tell me

That I’m normal

And there’s nothing wrong



Because what kind of normal person

Tears their life apart

For no reason at all?

Just let me die

Posted in Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , , , , , , on May 9, 2013 by Myra's Circle

You act like I am perfect,
The perfect, little girl,
You say that every chance you get,
It kind of makes me wanna hurl.

You make me hurt even more inside,
Through the little things you say,
Compliments, things not worth my while,
And you wonder why I cannot stay.

What would you do if I died tomorrow,
Would you grieve forever?
Would you live in sadness and sorrow?
Or would you think of me never?

I know for sure that you must hate me,
With every fiber of your being,
But with all this sadness, how can I be,
Sure of anything really?

I don’t deserve your pity,
I don’t deserve compassion,
Just let me die in this quiet city,
Just in my dying passion.

You Don’t Know Me

Posted in Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , , on May 4, 2013 by Myra's Circle

You don’t know the pain I suffer,
You don’t know how sad I am,
You don’t know I want to disappear,
You don’t know me.

You don’t know I want to die,
You don’t know I hate myself,
You don’t know how fake my smile,
You don’t know me.

Why don’t you see this,
These little things,
Become big things,
And I’m lonelier than ever.

Why don’t you,

What am I?

Posted in Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , , , , , , on May 2, 2013 by Myra's Circle

I smile all day,
And cry all night,
All through this pain,
Until first light.

And through the pain,
I somehow find,
A way through this shame,
When I’m so blind.

I cannot live through this,
And yet cannot die,
I cannot compromise,
I can only lie.

I lie about everything,
About who I am,
I lie about anything,
But who’d give a damn?

So what am I?
A good question to ask,
My life feels like a sigh,
My face is a mask.

Who or what, I can’t be sure,
I no longer know myself you see,
I have experienced pain I can no longer ignore,
I won’t ever know now, the real me.

No more

Posted in Hopeful Poems, Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , , , on March 2, 2013 by Myra's Circle

No more forgiveness,

No more pain,

No more pretending,

It’s just not the same,

But you know who I am,

And not who I have become,

You can see through the mask,

That would fool some.

No more anger,

No more sadness,

No one is lonely,

From this tired madness,

But you don’t see,

What I want to to,

And this part of me,

Just wants to be so blue.

No more fear,

Of what I have become,

No more hurt,

It just sounds so dumb,

For this wish of mine,

Is impossible, unreachable,

Signed with a sigh,

This pain so unpreachable.

Is this a Dream?

Posted in Hopeful Poems, Poems with tags , , , , , , on February 19, 2013 by Myra's Circle

Am I dreaming if I think of something way too much,

And don’t concentrate on other things as such?

Is it counted when I wish for something that never comes,

Or when I think my luck is so strong that it thrums?

I don’t know if it is wishful thinking when I hope for another thing,

And is it that bad, when only smiles it can bring?

Will I be hurt when everything comes to an end,

This dreaming, that only time can rend?

Will I wish that I had wished for so much more,

Or will I just wonder what good dreaming is for?

Will all my dreams come true if I hope enough,

And will everything work out if I wish on stars and stuff?

I don’t know if I can do,

This and hope enough for two,

And have plenty of smiles put out on show,

I guess I’ll just have to hope more than you could know.

This Place

Posted in Nature Poems, Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , , , , on February 17, 2013 by Myra's Circle

There were people in this town,

Now so dull and very bare,

And they always took for granted,

The kindness they found there.

The people from this place,

They are not anymore,

They have gone without a trace,

With their own hearts so torn.

There was some beauty here,

This place so full of life,

It was held so very dear,

By a terrible strife.

Now it’s beautiful again,

But at the same time is not,

The broken friendships had to mend,

All that they had forgot.

My Wishes are Dead

Posted in Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , , , , , , on December 1, 2012 by Myra's Circle

My wishes are
















My dreams are























My hopes are

















Love is the Greatest Sacrifice

Posted in Happy Poems, Poems with tags , , , , , , , , on November 14, 2012 by Myra's Circle

Painful dying, that is love,

Dying, flying, high, like a dove.

Plentiful lying for all to hear,

Sadness in that horrible leer.

Love is for those who are full of heart,

It strikes right through, accurate as a dart.

Love is the tear that falls ever alone,

The strength that comes that one cannot condone.

A smile pulled out from nowhere,

Love such as that is found everywhere.

Love is being strong, for no reason at all,

The sadness so long, the one who stands tall.

Love is living, giving yourself up,

When you are all but out of luck.

The sacrifice of love’s first kiss,

Don’t come late, or that you’ll miss.

The greatest sacrifice that is of man,

Is love, above all pain it stands.

I Promise to Smile

Posted in Blessings, Happy Poems, Poems, Promises with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 22, 2012 by Myra's Circle

I promise to smile,

Even just for a little while,

I promise to laugh an awful lot,

And that my smiles will never rot,

In a cold dark prison oblivious to the stars,

Unable to slip through the bars.

I promise to never cry,

About a matter as trivial as a lie,

I promise to try to be myself,

And never hide up on a shelf,

Where I will never truly see,

A beauty quite as deep as thee.

I promise to sing quite a bit,

Even if I am a ditz,

I promise to never lie,

Never again, not even try,

To lie a lie to make you cry,

A lie so bad to make you die.

I promise I’ll be your very best friend,

Our friendship to be sowed, but not to rend,

It would be cruel, it would be dire,

Of me even to tire,

For your presence will never truly die,

Like a friendship so heavy as a sigh.