Charades:

My anger is like the sun,
To hot to handle.
My sadness is like an ocean,
Endless bounties of it.
My life is like a puzzle,
I don't know where it all fits.
Yet, I keep smiling, hoping,
That one day I can stop.
To just put the mask down,
And say, "you ruined me."
I wait for this day to come,
But for right now,
I'll just keep smiling.

Rumors:

One harmless thing.
One person hurt.
It's just a joke,
But do they think it is?
When someone is hurt by it,
That's all it is, a joke.
Yet they continue to say it,
As if it's the truth.

Be better:

If I had a chance to get revenge,
Revenge for being bullied,
I wouldn't do it. I'd ask,
"Why give me the power to abuse,
When I have the power to forgive?"
Although I still hear the words,
The words replaying in my head.
The words of hurt and anger,
I still forgive, not giving in.
They made fun of my tears,
The tears they have caused,
Not knowing how much it really hurts.
Still, I had the chance to get revenge.
I wouldn't do it.
They suffer enough,
Knowing that they hurt me.

My heart:

If you went deep into my heart,
You would find anger.
Anger that was never let out,
Anger that was never seen.
They call me calm,
But if I wanted to,
I could be moody.
But that, is only,
The anger they've never seen.

Alone:

My only friend is me,
I'm their, all the time,
To comfort myself.
Only I can feel what I feel,
So only I know how to comfort myself.
I am a small light,
A light in infinite darkness,
Because I am all ALONE.

Silence is my friend:

Silence is my friend.
It doesn't ask questions,
Or say anything to me.
Silence and I go together,
And I like it, no words at all.
Nothing to hurt me,
Nothing that causes sorrow.
Silence is my friend,
And I like it.

Invisible:

They don't see me standing their,
But do they really care if I hear,
When it's about me,
The want me to hear.
Yet they don't notice, notice how I care.
To me, I'm real, not just nothing.
I AM NOT INVISIBLE!

Dreams:

In my dreams I see a place,
A place with no hurt, no sorrow.
A place where people care,
A place where I can be happy.
In that place I laugh,
A laugh no one hears in real life,
One that is happy, one that is mine.

Well, that last poem might be like, "I connect to that sometimes."
I don't know, so comment please, or just vote if it did.