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Penny

/ Nancy Ann (poem, poetry, paranormal fiction, science fiction and academic writing.) / Leave a comment 

I look at you, and I see Penny.
I hug you and imagine it’s her.
I know this is wrong, but I miss her so much.
I know she would want me to love another dog.
I know she wants me to adopt more and love more.
It’s not fair to you to compare you to her.  
My Penny is gone and my Harper is here. 
I am sorry my dear, I love you too.
Saying goodbye is always so hard.

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Scream and Yell

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Some might say I’m mean.
Some might say I’m loud.
People will say anything to hurt you.
They will make you question who you are,
And what you stand for.
They say you’re the mean one.
You might be loud and yell.
You might scream and curse,
But sometimes you need to.
You need to yell, scream, fight!
You need to be loud!
They may think you are being mean, but who cares!
When people are bullied, tormented, and wronged.
You have to stand up!
You have to give them a voice when they have none.
You have to yell, scream, and fight!
You have to stand up!
You have to give them a voice when they have none.

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Loser

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I am the one that everyone forgets.
They say they don't, but they do.
They say we missed you
But they don't talk to me.
As soon as I come in, everything stops.
Am I a killjoy?
Do they just say they miss me because that's what they are supposed to say?
How do you know someone is genuine? 
Because I just feel completely useless and forgotten.
And if I didn't talk to them for weeks on end, it wouldn't matter.
I'm an outsider watching them.
I'm a loser sitting by myself.
And I don't know what to do.

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It Eats Away at Your Soul

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It eats away at your soul.
First you think it’s all a joke,
Then they make you wonder.
Is it a joke?
The taunts eat at you, 
over and over again
Until you are a shell of what you once were. 
You question it all and run and hide away.
It eats away at your heart.
The harsh words said in jest. 
They make you wonder?
Are they real or folly?
Until you are a shell of what you once were.

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Out to Sea

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 Lost in a drift.
Out to sea.
On my own.
It’s where I am meant to be.
I float aimlessly,
On my own.
Lost in a world,
A shadow over all.
People look on,
They wave as I float on.
But no one stops to pull,
Me from the water.
I drift on.
Some will say
The water is only,
In my mind.
Some will swear they called.
Out to me.
But in the end.
All is silent.

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To Hide Away

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 I want to hide away,
Away from all of you.
You may think my pain is about you.
You may think I am thinking about you.
No one thinks about you.
No one cares where you are.
You think they should; you demand they do,
And that is why they don't care where you are.

I want to hide away,
Away from all of you.
All to the pain,
The heartless words, only said to hurt.
No feeling inside.

I want to hide away,
Away from you.
All the pain you cause, when I have more.
My pain is not about you, though you think everything is.
Everything isn’t about you, though you want it all to be about you.
You want to hurt and tear people down.
This is why I hide away.

I want to hide away.
Away from you.
Away from all your pain.
The heart words, you only say to hurt.
No feelings inside.

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It Hurts Like Hell

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 It’s imperative to know how important you are.
Many people think they are important, they put themselves on pedestals.

You think you can count on certain people, but in the end, you can’t.
Sometimes the harsh reality hits you, and you realize how insignificant you are.

Or that you don’t matter to the people who matter to you.
The people you thought you can count on, the people that can count on you.

That foundation you built, comes falling down.
It’s important to know where you stand, but….

It hurts like hell… It hurts like hell.

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Each Morning

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Each morning the sun comes up.
A new blessing to the world.
Each day, a new beginning.
A joyous day to start a new
New promises, a chance to change.
Be a better person.
Make a difference in your life.
Make a difference in someone else’s life. 
Each morning the sun comes up.
A new blessing to the world.
You are the star shining bright.
Bring this light into the world.

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One Night

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One night, two people.
Calling me names, blasting me to others.

Some say it doesn’t matter.
I should forget it and move on.
It’s their loss and blah blah blah...

Bullshit!

Why does it hurt so badly if all these other people say it shouldn’t.
Why am I the target? Am I weak?
Why is it so hard to walk away? Why do I want to keep talking?

And why do I get so angry? Why am I so hurt?

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Please Everyone

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I do my best, and it’s never enough.
The words you say may be innocent, but they hurt.
There is not enough time in the day.
To please everyone, so I quit!

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