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POEM STARTER
Write a poem about your worst personality traits, and how they could become positive.
What poetic devices could you use to emphasise the negatives and positives of this trait?
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Do you know the feeling of being pitied? Do you know the feeling of being left behind? Do you know the feeling of hearing whispers? Do you know the feeling of searching eyes?
They say they know us They say they hate us They say that we’re weird They say that they wish we died
Sure, I have mental problems And that makes me different But who are you to judge Just because I’m not on the mean?
You don’t know me You don’t know what I go through You don’t know the panic attacks I have You don’t know the things I crave
So go ahead and leave me alone Go ahead and abandon me I’ll watch, no smile on my face Leave if I’m too much for you
Mental Illnesses Physical Illnesses Emotional Illnesses On and on and on
These normal people don’t get it Or maybe they don’t care But the ones who know The ones who actually have them
We know ourselves We know our worth We know who we are We know what we can do
And they can’t stop us Because they’re scared They’re scared because they can’t predict us They don’t know us
They say they know us But we know us And that’s that Bitch
I get so weirdly obsessed over certain things That trap me in my mind like Rapunzel’s tower Constantly overthinking and stressing, it stings Letting myself get anxious over everything hour after hour
And just being stuck at home, doing pnothing and being bored Scared of failing, disappointing, and that bad things will occur Thinking I will be resented, instead of adored I know I am not really that secure
I can make myself obsess over things that I love That keep me very focused and be as happy as I can be Only stressing and thinking when I have to, having more control thereof Letting myself enjoy life to a high degree
Always living it up and always trying Looking at a brighter side to life, trying to be secure about everything
My overthinking, Has me sinking. Into this deep mire, Sullying my own ire.
Creating slights, My hurt hitting new hights. Choking my heart, Which fails to restart.
Reassurance is needed, Your support heeded. Hand on my chest, ‘Please rest’
A smiled returned, Fear overturned. Calmness restored, This relief flawed.
…
Love you R
…
🖤💚
I have many good traits To the point some people think im perfect But im human I have horrible, disgusting traits too
I’ll talk about the good ones first I’m pretty popular I’m the best striker in my league And I’m very artistic
But there’s also the other ones The ones i try to ignore While they scrape at my soul The meds don’t help
Some of the “bad” traits are: I hate myself I think im fat I’m annoying
But these aren’t bad if you think about it Let’s talk about my self hatred It can be a good thing Like when other people insult me
You might be thinking, “how is that a good thing?” I’ll explain Because i hate everything about myself, I can just smile at them and say “i know”
This confuses them Thats the point So in a way, My depression makes me better
snow lands on top
those blonde curls
the mysterious blue eyes
the smile
the laugh
the tear
I wish you were real
I wish I was fictional
they call you mean
they call you rude
they call you thoughtless
or manipulative
but I know
I know that we’re all just human
we are all like that
you were just more unlucky
than the rest
I want to hug you
to hold you tight
to kiss your forehead
and boop your nose
and tell you that
everything will be alright
it wasn’t your fault
you became that way
lucy gray baird
like water she seeped in underneath the swirling waves convinced with sweet words you fell, like snow during winter
gone, like she’d never been there roses were a tainted memory always hearing her in the breeze you were once happy and young
but those times were long gone all that’s happened will not repeat it’s written in the stars or I dare to say, woven in our souls
it sounds ridiculous
but I’ve never loved someone so much
he’s only a character
but I want to be with him
by his side
just to see him smile again
I wanted to tell him
that things would be fine
even if it’s a lie
even if it’s impossible
I loved him
he loved her
you loved
only to realize
sometimes, we fall in love
with the wrong person.
Soft Sensitive is what they call me But really I am soft
Cozy I love my bed All cuddled up Away from pain Blankets wrapped tight Because that’s what you do With delicate things
Fragile
My cheeks flush and my eyes wander
When I feel too seen
When I try too hard to have a say
To do things my way
I break at the smallest crack
Even though ironically
To feel seen
Is all I want
Warm I give others cozy blankets too If I warm people up inside Maybe then the world will be A cup of hot tea Not just for them but For me Too
Chubby My body is soft These days with a tummy roll and chubby cheeks My shoulders are like pillows For anyone who wants to cry Or to be free To just be Or to talk
Soft
Yes I am fragile but
Isn’t best feeling in life is
The warm embrace of
A cool pillow
With the delicate touch
Of someone soft?
I am soft
Worst personality… hmm… Let’s find out.
Lay me down. Cut me open. Take a look inside. Let’s see here…
What’s this dark, small thing? Ah, her heart. I see.
What’s this? It’s… a shadow. And it’s- moving.
Put that back. NO! Sorry. Didn’t mean to yell. That’s my demon. Put them back.
More swarm, piling out. Bees from a hive- Spirits from a host.
I scream and writhe. They’re all the sanity I have left. Stop it- no.
Don’t touch them. Listen to them… Haha…
Hear them whisper? So do I.
Feel them claw? Me too.
Feel their eyes on you? So. Do. I.
Shhh. Hush, hush. Now they’ll chant- “End it all.”
My worst personality; my demons within.
Watch them bubble with laughter. Haha, so funny now. I’ll roll with them. Fake smile, cheeeeese.
But, Wouldn’t it be so much better- If my demons would leave?
Maybe so. They’ve tried it… Haha… but I came back.
I came back hard. Violent. I came back bold. Vengeance.
Sit by, watch me scream. Stand by, don’t touch them.
Watch them crawl- Spiders in the attic. Mind is webbed; Watch them feast.
Kill my demons. Take them away.
But- What if- Their host… Is a demon… herself?
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