My poem that is to be published...pleaseread and comment....or rate whichever?

Question

I stand across the street,

Quiet and undisturbed.

While I watch the people,

sweet and yet some way malicious.

I see them,

but do they see me.

The real me,

who I truely am.

I want them to see past my exterior,

and see into my heart.

Not straight through me,

and see who I am not.

The people who look so nice,

are actually cruel hearted deep down.

They say kind things,

but they never mean them.

Just to see them acting that way,

makes me wonder,

who are they really?

Do they think that way about me?

I still stand there wanting them to know me,

Yet, why am I so afraid of people?

Is it because I know,

I am just the same way?

Answer 1

Poetry.com huh? They will publish sh*t on a stick if it means they make money.

I would give your poem a 3.

Answer 2

"whoa "

sounds like your in the "Matrix" and your surrounded by agents

quick answer the phone !

Answer 3

i'd give it a 6

Answer 4

I like the meter you used, but not the language, really. Seems juvenile, which is likely because you are a kid though I may be mistaken. Just my honest opinion. Also, you misspelled "truly".

If it's poetry.com you're getting published through, don't take it too much to heart. They'll literally publish anything to get people to buy their collections. I even tested this with a really crappy poem just to see.

Answer 5

2 / 10

Answer 6

hmm that's alright.  it could be

Answer 7

bi see them everyday, they walk this and that way,

they are pretty,and some have looks of disgust

handsome as they are too, they  have an evil side, they must.  they speak, so sweet and kind, but i wonder just what is really in their hearts and minds

i sometimes wonder what they think of me,they scare me, to be like them must be such a horrible destiny,   "demons, reserved in darkness and chains" how can they smile,they must know they are held in such distain

i will see them tomorrow as i look my heart will be filled with sorrow, they were once young and looked like me, now they seem cursed and never to be free,is this the fate of us all, i must be a fool to think life is supposed to be a ball,   i see it clearer with every passing hour, in another twenty years my frame will be bent and my look dour

I hope it is all just a dream, and tomorrow i will wake and nothing will be the way it seems,

i hope they will all be happy smiling faces, bustling hurrying laughing talking going places,

and i will breathe a sigh of relief, to know that i am like them, and  life though very short sometimes, can also be so sweet,    

i like your poem, and it made me think of these lines,  thank you for your space, and the time to share, thank you , i really like your poem,   i might even like to read more of them,     (are they going to be on sale)  but whatever, i would like to read more of your poems if you have them to share,   thank you ,

Answer 8

Interesting

Answer 9

i really like this!! i say 81/2 -91/2 out of 10!!!!

how do you get your poems published?! please let me know!

Answer 10

thats a flipping awsum poem i luv it