Something I don't usually say out loud. I try to hide it from everyone I see. Even when I try to distract myself, its still there. No matter what I say, no matter what i do, its still there. I try hiding the feeling, keeping it tucked away, so that I dont show it. I push it down deep inside of me but its like a balloon, always coming back up. The littlest thing can make it burst. everything I try to do won't make it go away. I try laughing to make it disappear, but I always feel its presence. The thing Im trying to say is... I'm lonely, sad, and feeling hurt. The world is making it worse for me. We all have struggles and I feel last. I let people depend on me, but when I need to depend on them its different. I dont show my emotions out to the world, I feel like the world is against me everyday. I hate the way I feel when Im in my bed, alone with my thoughts stuck in my head. No one, to help me other than myself. Everyone asleep in the quiet night, I feel like nobody cares about me. I need a break, but I can't take one. I let everyone take their own. I'll do what they need before I take mine....So I am alone, more like lonely. This is me in the world and I wouldn't change it..., but I still am lonely and I still want to change that.
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i changed a few words because it was a little repetitive, but other than that this is really good! if these feelings are real, please reach out for help. no one should have to go through any of that alone. but from your writing, i can tell you are going to be an amazing story writer. have a nice day
I'm lonely Something I don't usually say out loud, I try to hide it from everyone I see, even when I try to distract it is still there, no matter what I say or do it's still there, I try hiding away So I don't show it, I push it down in me but it's like a balloon so it always comes up, the littlest thing can make it burst, everything I try to do won't make it go away, I try laughing to make it go away, but I always do feel it stay, the thing is I'm trying to say is, I'm lonely, sad, and feeling hurt, the world is making it worse for me. We all have struggles and I fill last, I let people depend on me when I need to depend on them, I don't show my emotions out to the world, I feel like the world is against me every day, I hate the way I feel when I'm in my bed, alone in my thoughts, nothing to help me other than myself, everyone asleep in the quiet night, I feel like nobody cares about me, I need a break but I can't take one, I let everyone make their own, I'll do what they need before I take mine...So I am alone more like lonely, This is me in the world and I wouldn't change it... but I still am lonely and I still want to change that
Explanation: Repetition: The use of the word love is repeated in 3 lines within this poem. Another device would be metaphor because in this work love is being compared to being a game and being cruel.
Authorial Intrusion: Because the poem is written in first person, and the narrator is speaking directly to the reader.
The plowman's brother is Parson, who is just as virtuous as his brother. They both live simple lives, but the plowman has to do the dirtiest work in the Medieval Times.
