hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. no, wait. hahahahahahaaaaaahahahahahahahahahahah. This poem is beyond bad.

you forgot the H2O purification tanks!!! damn it! why would anyone hole up with you?!!! you're an athlete, not a survivor!

Wow...very powerful

I highly doubt anyone could forget you... your words are quite memorable, actually.

Thanks for the inspiring words. I have friends that tell me then same, though I still don't believe it.

very sexy! write more about your fantasies, by all means!

Oo...Nice twist, good rhyme scheme, overall good poetry. The meter needs a little work but that is something that can be easily fixed.

Who gave this a 10? This sounds like some kind of Manson song, I would have taken it as a plea for help from a tormented child until the last line "Now I'm pretty" it just creeped me out, it appears that years of abuse have pushed you to the edge of sanity, I just can't help thinking of Slipknot or whatever those bands are that sing of self mutilation and depravity. Bands I am sure you idolize and hold in high regard. Wake up. The way you are now is not because some jock beat you up or the pretty girls giggle at you, it is because you let them, the only person to blame for your depression is yourself. The second you let them get to you, the second you give up is where you are to blame. All my life people have told me I?m not good enough, It makes me stronger, that is what I feed off of. The more people say Ill never amount is what pushes me further. Some good advice, no matter how crappy your surroundings become don?t give up, do not let them get to you.

Can you really hear silence? I believe there is a point in complete quiet where the ears can actually feel pain because they are trying so hard to hear something. Anyway, besides that I find the poem quite bad. Sorry. Have a nice day.

You must have met some special people in your life... Keep writing about them. It's interesting to read your work. Great job. Keep adding.

So...ju wanna sleep wid da fishies...I tink we can arrange dat...

well, what a nice little can of worms you have here. it's bitter withour being brutal; it uses a cliche here and there, but upends them. but, somehow, i wanted you to act. you're still a victim, in this piece. stab, or walk, or something! returning is no panacea: the poem, it dies.

cheery thought. what are you doing to make it any different?

mmm...yet again a great unseen twist. I like your style. It's out of the ordinary which is always a good thing. Great poem, but again there were a few minor meter difficulties that can be fixed fairly easily.

Hm...wow. As you can see religion is a touchy subject. Something that anyone and everyone is willing to argue with, since no two people have the same exact beliefs. Cheers to you for hitting such a controversial subject on a public site.

luv2write, please check out codependents anonymous. 12 steps never worked for me, but, what the hell, most people seem to get off on being addicted to something. and 'those rooms' are full of people who will listen with open ears as you spilll this sort of thing. honestly, where is your sense of self? do you really think like this? oh, wait, i get it, it's a satire, and you're making fun of 12 steppers!!! in that case, schwing!!!!

Is this about a pig?

bweasts

see other comment. unless you're 12. then go see a guidance counsellor.

you know exactly what they mean!!!!