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Saturday, August 11

What Really Matters

I do occasionally write songs and poetry, and since my posting on my blog seems rather sparse lately, I thought I'd post something I wrote early last year. Gee, it seems I am an angry teen. Really, I'm not. I just pretend to be really immature. And I'm only a teen for another few weeks.

Expect more in the future when I don't have anything else to post. Angry teen poetry for the win!

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Every day you fake your smile
I used to think that it was real
But then after a little while
I saw through you
You think you wear the coolest clothes
And you make all the better jokes
But I have heard all of those... before
I saw through you

I know that it's a mask
You desperately cling to
But that is not the hardest task
No not really
I might not be the coolest girl
I might not stand out
Call me boring if you will
But I am real without a doubt
And that's what really matters…

Maybe you get all the guys
And kiss them without shame
I am really not surprised
But I saw through you
They might like you for some time
Praise you while they can
But one day they will stand in line... to dump you
And I saw through you

Even your smile soon will falter
Killing your illusion
To your darkness eyes will alter
See your heart of stone
And in time you'll come to the conclusion
That with a mask you'll always be... alone

You know that it's a mask
You desperately cling to
But that is not the hardest task
No, not really
Now I am the coolest girl
I might not stand out
But look at me now if you will
I am real without a doubt
And that's what really matters...
Really matters (In the end)
Really matters (You'll see)
Really matters...
To me...

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With love,

Maartje

2 comments:

NYCindividual said...

I actually really liked it. It does not seem like an angry teen poem, more like a reflective poem on the masks we often wear because we want attention or want to feel special or show off, etc. In the end, revenge is the Lord's and God created us to be us. We are each unique and should not have to wear masks because God created us with a special purpose in mind and we are each special in our own ways. By the way, I can totally relate to this poem as well because I never had any friend in school. I was always overlooked, too.

Maartje van Hoorn said...

I'm not religious myself, but yes, most people can probably relate to this. And I wasn't really that badly overlooked, only when I was much much younger...