Shannon Monroe Poems

A girl.
I met this girl with a beautiful personality, but had a lot to hide.
A girl with compassion.
A girl with sorrow hidden deep into her heart, that only a key can open it.
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As I step out of the shower,
I hear peoples voices saying, 'What a beautiful girl.'
And as I look into the mirror,
I don't see what other people see.....
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My farewell is a long one, I just have a lot to say.
Farewell to all of my teachers, you have taught me well.
You have taught me to grow with the world and with society.
You have taught me everything I know, and I say 'Thank you! '
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I never know where I belong,
tThings are not how I've imagined them to be.
I can't sleep and I can't breathe.
Sometimes I just don't want to eat.
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He says that he loves me. He says that he wants to be with me forever. But do I believe it? I don't know the answer to this question, but in time I will.

I say that I love him. I say that I want to be with him forever, but does he believe it? I guess that I will never know the answer to this question, but I may already know.
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People of all ages, listen to my plea and hear my screams.
Hear my cries for help and reach out to help me.
What else must I do to carry out my plea for help?
What must I do to get your attention?
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As I step onto the scale I wait for it to read my weight.115.
'What am I going to do I am still fat.
My family says that I am pretty but my boyfriend says that I am beautiful.
Which one am me? Pretty or beautiful?
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I wonder what life would be like if I were something else.
I wonder what I would be and what I would do.
Would I be a dog and be faithful to my owners or would I be neglected
and abused such as when I was a child?
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Once I was a little girl wondering about the world, about life and what was in store for me when I was to go to my friend’s house.
But not ling after I turned five, all that changed. I had to leave my childhood behind and grow up. Dying, dying, dying.

I had to become stronger more reliable on myself and nobody to put me down. Dying, dying, dying.
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How sweet it is to be called a Human Being.
How nice it is to live and love a planet called Earth.
But do people really love it?
In this world, there are so many do's and don'ts.
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