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I Didn't Light the Matchstick

I win awards, I receive praises,

But just the sight of you,

Makes me feel so damn small.

 

Like a little child,

Running from the monsters in her closet,

I know whichever room I occupy,

You’ll always be in that closet,

And I’ll run.

 

My heart lurches, my stomach turns,

When I see you,

And I want to scream and I want you to burn.

A woman with no virtue.

 

If people see me in this state,

What will they think of me?

I’m not someone who’s scared of people,

Sometimes, I am of you.

 

For reasons justified so,

You swept in and took everything I loved,

And I hope you know,

All you ever did was push and shove.

 

When I win more awards, when I receive more praises,

Like a dog, will you follow me there too?

 

If you were half the lioness you pose to be,

You wouldn’t deny everything you know you’ve done to me,

Thoughtfully, carefully, masterfully.

 

You toppled my house of cards,

Left me seething and marred.

 

One day, I won’t run away.

Your day will come soon, maybe a Monday.

 

How funny, I almost forgot!

That I’ve always had a raging taste

For just a little

Revenge.

 
 
 

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Steve Washington
Steve Washington
Feb 09

I just read the post “I Didn’t Light the Matchstick” and could feel the raw emotion and how fear and loss make the words so powerful and personal. It reminded me of a time when I was sweating over a big test and even had to take my online Biology exam one night after study group fell apart, so I could finally finish what I needed without panicking. It made me see how important it is to keep trying even when things feel too heavy or confusing. (Source: aquillandsomepaper.com)

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Stephanie Gomez
Stephanie Gomez
Feb 09

I read the poem “I Didn’t Light the Matchstick” and it felt real and raw how vulnerability and hurt are mixed in simple lines about fear and loss. When I had to finish a big science report last year I remember using pay someone to complete my online course once because I couldn’t figure out how to explain the experiments on my own and it helped me stay calm. It made me think that finding ways to cope with hard moments can make learning and feelings easier to handle.

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Robert Stull
Robert Stull
Feb 09

I just read the poem I Didn’t Light the Matchstick and it really struck me how the writer uses strong feelings of frustration and struggle in simple lines to show how emotional hurt can make someone feel small and lost. When I was trying to get through a really long project last term I even used management assignment writing help once so I could figure out how to plan my work and not feel overwhelmed. It made me think that asking for help when you are stuck isn’t weakness it’s part of learning and growing.

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