you can't break me

tear my soul out,
rip it apart,
shear it to shreds,
break my heart.

I gave up long ago,
now I am free,
you can break what you want,
but you can't break me.

You mock me, you laugh at me,
you destroy my life.
I don't know what I did,
to deserve this strife.

I just live how I can,
can't help that I'm different.
and yet I get the mockery,
I thought my life was spent.

you were my problem,
the dark in the light.
Now I leave you,
and end the fight.

tear my soul out,
rip it apart,
shear it to shreds,
break my heart.

I gave up long ago,
now I am free,
you can break what you want,
but you can't break me.

I remember the good times,
and how we were so glad,
you try to get me on it,
and make me feel sad.

but the others I remember,
were full of hate and lies.
the pain that you caused me
destroys our joyous times.

There is only one at fault,
and why we were through,
I know that it wasn't me,
it was all caused by you.

tear my soul out,
rip it apart,
shear it to shreds,
break my heart.

I gave up long ago,
now I am free,
you can break what you want,
but you can't break me.

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FaLlEn_AnGeL_13
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I agree, but other then that it was really great; I hope to read more of your lyrics

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niteowl
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What they said.

I think I critiqued this more thoroughly on TSR, but I can't find it.

You don't need to rhyme. Use words that fit what you're trying to say, rather than what fits a certain rhyme scheme.

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Ares
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I agree. Maybe somre revision here and there. And the repitition sounded kinda...off.

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Rei
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Once again, I think this poem would benefit from being a little more free-flowing, and not being restrcted by a rhyming scheme. it would also be better with longer lines and stanzas.



The grand in the hotel rings with broken tunes; the guests frown; the concierge winces. But the blue-hatted boy is happy and braver than they.
— TheMythMaster