Emotional High

by ChimeraMania

Published May 9, 2013

My emotions are very high
When I see a friend cry.
I think of the pain
that fills their eyes.

Why are mine filling with tears.
It's not my problem,
but here they lay still.

My emotions are high.
No matter how much I try.
I learn, I can't help the world
but can the world help me try?

I try my best to make you happy.
I give it my all, but I get nothing in return.
Can you give me credit for trying
to make you see and understand.

My emotions are high.
With the pain inside of you.
Even though I try
it's not enough for you inside.
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BeTheChange
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BeTheChange wrote a review Review · Dec 1, 2016

The flow/rhyme scheme was off. HOWEVER....
I love this! I can relate to it a lot--having unusually high empathy and caring for people who don't give back. (Have you taken an MBTI test online? I feel like you're an INFP, from this poem.)

Keep writing. Between this and that lullaby I reviewed, I'm beginning to think you're a great writer.

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fruit4you
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fruit4you wrote a review Review · May 14, 2013

I liked it, but there can be improvements with flow. I like the rhyming, and the repetition. It seems like you are a very empathetic person, from what I gathered from this poem. It is a very delicate poem. It's very to the point and a little dry, but nonetheless I really like it, and I can relate to it. I also like the length of it. It's not too long neither is it too short.


Keep writing!!!! :)

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IHI
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IHI wrote a review Review · May 10, 2013

I liked your poem and it painted a picture in my mind (which I liked). But I think the format of the poem could be better if the beginning of every verse was capitalized. Like making "but" But instead and so on. But other than that and what the other reviewers said it was a pretty poem.

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recycledsoul
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recycledsoul commented Comment · May 10, 2013

this is nice.

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Repose
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Repose wrote a review Review · May 10, 2013

SharraeWilson;

Ah, very nice. Just a few mistakes I was to point out real quick:

"My emotions are very high.
When I see a friend cry."
- I really don't see a use for the period after 'high'. It makes it into two very odd sounding sentences.

"Why are mines feeling with tears."
- Did you mean 'Why are [mine] [filling] with tears?'

"My emotions are high.
Not matter how much I try."
- Again, the oddly placed period, so I've begun to assume that's just how your poem is written and won't point that out anymore. And also, did you mean ' [No] matter how much I try.'

"but can the world help me try."
- This sounds like a question, so I think maybe a question mark would be useful.

"I give it my all but I get nothing in return."
- Since you made a full sentence with two clauses, I recomend and comma between 'all' and 'but'.

Other then those errors, wonderful job!

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roxyask
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roxyask wrote a review Review · May 9, 2013

Hi Roxy here! :)
I see the concept that you were aiming for here, but I think that you need to work on it a little bit more to achieve this! I kind of feel like Im on the outside of this poem, I cant really get into your mind set, I think that this could be a brilliant poem if you fix it up a bit!
I also think that you have over used the word try, maybe switch up your vocabulary a bit?
I think that this could be a great poem if its given a bit more attention! :)
Keep on writing! :)

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planve
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planve wrote a review Review · May 9, 2013

Well, all in all...it was really good. i even kinda understood the feeling behind it all. But there might have been one or two mistakes. I say "might" because those mistakes may be something you did on purpose.
"Not matter how much I try."...you should change the not to no.
plus, in the same paragraph, the last line should have ended with a question mark since it seems to be a question....the same thing for the next stanza...
Well, all in all, i really really liked it.



I lingered round them, under that benign sky: watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells, listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
— Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights