Biography of Scarred Unknown
I'm me and no one else. My poems are true and me nothing more or less.
I have no way to express myself because I don't say anything aloud. I keep to myself my feelings
I have never shared my poems so be sure to tell me what u think. these are my thoughts. They were never ment to be read.. but I give up and I need to keep track of them I guess.
Scarred Unknown Poems
My Hero (Dad)
you have been there for me whether i wanted you or not you mean everything to me and i know it might not show
You Don'T Know Me
You don't know me And even if you did You wouldn't like me
I Hate You. But I Love You
I’m tearing in two And I’m not sure what to do My heart is screaming I love him My mind saying I hate him
My heart poring onto the page I’m turning inside-out On the outsides all people see That’s what they think of me
I am tainted My skin My breath My soul
Monkey See. Monkey Do
Your smile Makes me smile Your laugh Makes me laugh
Sitting on the bus ride home Walking toward the door I’m waiting for that moment Falling to the floor…
Hate Me When I Hate Myself
Hate me when I hate myself Hate me when I love myself Just hate me you know you do Hate me when I say I do
heart broken lets me feel the pain heart broken i don't run away heart broken i can feel the pain heart broken i try to run away
i'm going to run away i'm leaving this world for all it has never done
Are You Thinking Of Me?
Laying on my floor staring at the roof I’m only thinking of you But you’re thinking of her Why can’t it be me?
Do You Care At All (Mom)
day and night i can see you there light it up and breath it in. take it in for its your life it controls you
I’m so tired of being broken I’m falling apart So tired of being broken Just wish I knew why
I Don'T Belive
I read your words knowing what you say you mean But I don’t believe, I can’t believe not for anything You ask me this question, I don’t believe I read the poem, when I look away I can’t see
everyday and every night i wake up wondering why?
why are we here
why are we there
we turn our heads in despair
it's thee same old thing day and night
it never changes while we sit here waiting
we turn our heads to see what happens