Gemma Nolan

Rookie (12/05/1990 / Lancashire)

Hiding The Truth - Poem by Gemma Nolan

I sit here thinking,
What a mess I’ve become,
Haunting memories,
Of the bad things I’ve done,
Punishing myself,
When things go wrong,
I’m fed up of feeling;
That I don’t belong.

Whatever I do,
It never seems to go right,
So I stay up worrying,
Late every night,
I bottle up my problems,
Hope they might go away,
But sadly they return,
Every single day.

But I put on a fake smile,
Pretend everything’s fine,
I’m not going to get anywhere,
If I whinge and whine,
So when people ask,
‘Are you sure you’re ok? ’
I take a deep breath,
‘I’m happy’, I say.

Comments about Hiding The Truth by Gemma Nolan

  • Silver Star - 3,376 Points Adeline Foster (5/20/2009 6:43:00 PM)

    OK there, some deep thoughts. Read mine 'Saturday Morning Mood'.
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  • Rookie - 2 Points Lady Lyn Rosete - Buchan (9/7/2007 8:45:00 PM)

    Well, I guess I am a bit 'hiding the truth' sometimes too. It's like you have made into words the things that is often left unsaid and hidden..well done. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Random Crap (9/7/2007 5:31:00 PM)

    A good write Gemma. Can i advise splitting this up into stanza's think it would make it easier to read. And lets the reader focus on each section at a time. Well done x-x-x (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 7, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 5, 2011

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