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Rebeckah Schroeder Poems
We Are Only Teens
We are only teens, we don't see life in your eyes, we have our own personallity, we have our own opinion,
I Dont Know Why But I Want To Cry*
This is my favorite poem so far. I feel an emptiness inside of me, I feel pain that really isn't there,
Finding a Place in This World
I dont know where I belong, I dont know what to do, I am just trying to figure out life one thing at a time.
Yesterday's Moments...Today's Tears*
Yesterday I felt something that I never felt before, For the first time I felt lonley and depressed. But today the feeling is gone, but yet today is the day I have tears.
I cry in the morning, I cry at night, I cry even when I am not crying. I cry when there are no more tears to cry.
I can't do this anymore, I can't keep living life this way, I can't find the answers I am looking for, I can't help but want to runaway.
I wake up and look in the mirror, and Im really not sure who's looking back at me. My heart is filled with pain, but I still have a smile on my face.
God Gave Me...
God gave me eyes so I could see, God gave me legs so I could walk, God gave me hands so I could feel, God gave me ears so I could hear,
The only one I wanted had to go so fast, you broke my heart into two as I saw you laying there. Now as you look upon me you're always in my prayers. The special one looking down the one who always cares.
They cover, they hide it, they lie, Fake smiles...
People tell you to dream big, to reach for the stars, to be who you want to be.
We all are clueless in a way, we dont know everything, we only know somethings.
Hidden tears can be found anywhere, they are hidden under my heart, they are locked up in my soul.
To The One That Cares
You noticed me when no one else would, you kept me to see what was wrong, you knew I lied and you made me feel so bad. But it is all over and we cant do anything now.
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We Are Only Teens
We are only teens,
we don't see life in your eyes,
we have our own personallity,
we have our own opinion,
we can't always be perfect,
like you want us to.
We want to have fun,
we make our mistakes,
but what can you say
we are only teens.
We don't always do what you say,
we don't always follow through to what we say,
we can't always be your little baby.
But we can always be your growing child.
You say we're growing up to fast,
but we always think not fast enough,
we hope you're proud of us in whatever we do,
we hope you support ...