Dramatic Poetry By: Madison Cameron
Contents “The Break Up”:
A piece written about the true events of a horrible breakup. A first love gone absouluely wrong. A fun girl matched up with a secret psychopath. Written as a full Narrartive Poem and has been cleaned up to be appropriate.
“Alone in the Dark Side of My Mind”:
A piece written on the same break up as “The Break Up”. As a perspective of feeling after the break up. Written as a Lyric Poem.
“The Scorn and Broken”:
A piece written on past friendships. An inner circle society who turned against one person after the best friends 8 years of friendship. Based on the true events of this friend ship. Written as a Lyric Poem.
About the Author Madison Barbara Cameron is a 15 year old girl, born on May 29th, 1998. She was born in Salem, Massachusetts and lived in Lynn, Massachusetts for her first 6 years before moving to Derry, New Hampshire. She has a very loving mother named Carolyn Cameron and a quirky father named William Cameron, along with a crazy sister named Taylor Cameron. She is a very fun and crazy person once you get to know her. She is one of the strongest people you’ll ever meet considering the events that she has managed to get through in her life. She enjoys poetry, cooking, graphic design, longboarding, and video games. She is blessed to have found true friends who will stand by her side and be there for her. Madison also plays tennis on the junior varsity team at her high school Pinkerton Academy in Derry, New Hampshire and a rec volleyball team at the Boys and Girls club in Salem, New Hampshire.
The Break Up “I love you” he said as he kissed my mouth. I was such a silly young naïve girl before the break up. “I love you too” I said back as we walk into his house to meet his grandparents. Our relationship was great; we hung out every day, he walked me home every single day. All to make sure I was safe I was his princess and he had cared so dear.
“Maybe we are meant to be” he had said 6 months earlier. We had discovered all our similarities and how crazy alike we were. I felt a little foolish being so attracted to someone for only a week. But on New Year’s at midnight I had said yes. By our 6th day of dating he pulled the phrase out. “I love you” Love. It pulsed through me I hated the use of it in so little time, but I willingly said it back. By the second week he shyly asked for a kiss, and then I was lost in my own heart. I felt so connect to him in every way. I put my whole heart into him as he did to me. The smell of his cologne every time we hugged, The taste of his lips every time we kissed, it was hard to forget. Playing video games and eating pizza all the time. “If I win I get to tickle you” he said flirtatiously “Nooooo!” I said licking the pizza off my lips as I fought harder He’d won and tickled me into the spell of his love. But that night it all ended so fast, as we chatted on facebook. “I don’t make you unhappy do I?” I asked nervously No response His jealousy took him over as he whipped away at the keyboard.
“Useless, cheat, low value, weak, stabbing, trust, suicidal” all words I read
“You’re the one person I thought I could trust but you stabbed me in the back.” This killed me. He didn’t like that I had guy friends and forced me to stop hanging out with them. His shear jealousy made him a monster
L O V E
. He tried to change me, make me be friends with those girls who broke me. He tried to pick my friends, what I say, and what I do. I was stuck in his manipulation,
“I hate you”
Then suddenly screen and I lost it.
flashed on my
I hated cutting and I was ready to do it begging him to stay with me I locked myself in my bathroom “You’ve done so much damage” He wouldn’t stop, the words kept coming, worse and worse each message. Just 4 hours ago he told me he loved me, now he hates me. Finally my parents broke the lock and took my phone “Goodbye meet me tomorrow I love you” I quickly wrote. I was scared. “I-I-I love him…” I told my mom panting. “No he made you think that, you don’t have any idea what love is.” And she was right. My friend’s mom practically another mom to me quickly came over. “I know these signs dear” and she told me about a boyfriend she had “And that’s why I want you out of it.” For she thought he would begin to abuse me. I hadn’t stopped crying for hours, I only felt the wetness on my face and the taste of the salty tears I couldn’t sleep that night, and we had finals in the morning. My friends and family all advised me the same thing, to end it, but I didn’t want to believe them. The next morning my heart ached. I knew just what I had to do, I had to break up with the one person who held me together. The person I had the fondest memories with. I avoided him all day to stop the crying, but the sharp pain I felt never went away. I told him to meet me at the chapel as he was frantically looking for me. And he told me that I had to come face him. As I walked up shaking with each footstep and a tightened up teary face I said
“It’s over”
H A T E
26 phone calls, 47 text messages and 7 notes, All asking for me back, that he was wrong. But my mom two told me these were all manipulation tricks And I had resisted him, resisted to run into his arms. But I was weak and responded. “Please take me back princess I love you” he pleaded. “Now you know how I felt” I snapped back I wanted to say “Oh yes I love you too!” But I held my ground. I had to get over it; I had the whole summer to And finally I did, but the pain still remains. The letters still sent to my house, the poems on the internet. He even asked his friends to talk to me. Every day was a new game to get me back. But the further we were and the less I thought of him, the more I got over it and laughed at how foolish I was. But he still pursued me. We were back in school and he approached me, “Hey” he said, “Hi..” I responded. Out of nervousness I left knowing for weeks I’d have to face this moment.
But he followed me.
I confronted him, and it was so hard to do. “Please, stop, we are over and we have been over for a while.” I spoke with strain in my voice. “No! No stop, you love me! We belong!” he strongly spoke. “NO! Not anymore! You did stupid things you ruined it!” I said tears beginning to stream down my face. “I ran away, I attempted suicide, all for you my love.” He said I could see the shear unstableness in his eyes,
“Stop.”
I said as I walked away. And suddenly he looked lifeless and dragged on for good. I cried. One last time. For how much I had forgotten him, I still miss the good times. The smell of his cologne, the taste of his lips. The emptiness filled me, but I moved on pushed it out and grew stronger.
Alone in the Dark Side of My Mind Alone in a pit of darkness, I scream and shout. To find the brightness, I dream about. I’ve been pushed down, By those I had known. In this town, Where I have grown. As I look around, I see this gleam, like a light ever so bright. And I know I have found, my way out, so I follow the light. I look deep down into my heart, And see this brightness like a starry glow. It used to be broken like a glass jar that fell apart, But now it feels connected by the beat of
this flow.
You picked me up when I was down, I had found my way out. In a world where everything was black and brown, I looked at the new colors as I walked around. You had become my everything, I had learned this new way of life. I thought of what all this will bring, But then suddenly I felt a knife. I fall, Back into the pit. I crawl, To find my way out of it.
The Scorn and Broken One of those days I wanted to peel up, like the crunchy autumn leaves on the street. When life handed me my cup, it was empty and it felt as if I were beat. Life always was a drag, especially when it really blew up in my face. All those who want to brag, of how they were the ones who almost ended my case. That silver blade was ever so sweet, the gleam took to my eye with such lust. Its what would sweep me off my feet, and my bad luck would be a bust. Death a sweet salvation, a yearn for my eternal youth. And when its rusty sheath almost took me by sensation, a gleaming light came towards me revealing the truth. A fate I had just vaguely alluded, became my hope for the rest of eternity. I learned my book had not concluded, but the chapter just ended in my self pity. Learning how to love was my first lesson along with how to avoid the bullshit. This would be the first step to my ascension, but that wouldn’t be enough to stop me from all of it. The cold people you’ll meet, the bone chilling places you’ll travel. You’ll just have to greet, with a nerve racking smile. Smoke them out, show them you’re not afraid. And when you’re in doubt, Remember you’ll be gratefully paid. And when that noose is around your neck, and the blade is to your wrist. Remember my story just for heck, the story of the girl who went from the bottom to the top first.
She’d scoundrel through, breaking bones as she fell. And continued to carry herself to get that view, The one she’d use to look into hell. And see the ones who broke her down, the ones who almost caused her demise. They had given her t That cruel frown, and know she sits up high listening to their cries. Their pleas for the merciful heavens, their pleas to be forgiven and forsaken. Their faith in the world leavens, As she sits comfortably In her safest haven. She can’t go on without mercifully thanking them, for she wouldn’t have seen the light. They did become her biggest and brightest gem, They surely did make her put up a gruesome fight. And you may ask yourself how the story ends, But that’s what is unwritten in her book. As her scarred heart mends, you’ll see how it will look. Her life may go on bright and gleaming, or it may go on to be dark and dreary. No one will know because the rest is continuing, her story will end when she is 6 feet under and weary.