This is definitely the work of a fourteen-year-old, lol. I have to admit, I was incredibly relieved when I saw that note at the end of the poem--otherwise I would've had to hurt you.
Why does it always seem to be that way?
You come up and I start to sway.
I look in your eyes, my own mingled in hate.
But I can't stand that for long; no, it's not my way.
Why can't I stand?
Why can't I breathe?
Why can't I live?
I resist you as much as I can
But what can I do?
I'm helpless under your hand.
I look up at you, wanting to hate,
But tears fill my eyes, I fade away.
My voice is weak, my mind is broken
How could you? How could you?
My dance is slow, my eyes held low
In the hopelessness clothing me.
How could you?
How could I?
I am doomed, you know that too well.
I've hidden so much that I don't know myself.
Not free to hate, not free to live.
If you can even call this life...
I wrote this when I was 14. I think it's good?
This is definitely the work of a fourteen-year-old, lol. I have to admit, I was incredibly relieved when I saw that note at the end of the poem--otherwise I would've had to hurt you.
Well, I thought the 'My dance is slow' bit was interesting...
You asked questions with literally no purpose or answer. They were rhetorical without feeling -- hanging unanswered, dragging this poem down.
Aside from that, your flow was awkward and you set up a rhyming/repetition scheme that didn't exist.
Unfortunately, there are major errors here; both in structure and in content, and I'm not sure it's worth your time to try and fix them.
Instead, (as I'm finding myself doing more often), I propose a challenge.
Take the idea of 'My dance is slow' and construct an entirely new piece based off of that idea, using the same emotion here. PM me when you do so, and I'll crit it indepthly (if you so choose, that is)
Good luck!
~Ed
For a fourteen-year-old...maybe. I have to agree with Rei, though - questions do not work for me in poetry unless they're unusual or necessary in some way. And...well....you have some unique images in there, but it realy could have been written by anyone.
My suggestion, if you're wanting to rework this, would be to make it more personal and perhaps cut down on the questions. People often mistake "personal" for "emotional" or expressing secret thoughts/desires, but it's more about...specifics. Who you are. What makes you different from other people, etc. I like the references to dancing and the way they underlie the poem; perhaps you could bring this into it more, and make that your backdrop/metaphor/thing. You know what I mean, right? XD
I especially like the last stanza though. "I've hidden too much of myself." Shows excellent insight 
Cheers,
~bubbles
I thought it was good. That might be because I'm just a boring teen, Rei. 
Snoink wrote: I am doomed, you know that too well.
I've hidden so much that I don't know myself.
Not free to hate, not free to live.
If you can even call this life...
I regret to inform you that I do not. I've never really liked poetry full of questions. Writing it with a tone of uncertainty that expresses a desire for these answers without actually asking them would be more interesting. Right now it just sounds like borning teen angst.
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