Look me in the eyes.
Tell me, what do you see?
Do you see the broken girl that always cries?
Or do you see the fake me?
Study my face one more time.
What is the most noticeable?
Is it the worry lines?
Or perhaps my false smile?
Do you understand now?
How easy it is to overlook the little things?
Look at me, look closely now.
Watch as my soul finally frees its wings.
As you think,
"Why would she do this? Was she under strain?"
Just remember, I have always been on the brink.
You just never noticed my pain.
YOU ARE READING
A book of poetry
PoetryThis is a bunch of poetry I either wrote or found. The ones with an asterisk (*) in the title are the ones I wrote. Any others I found. Please no stealing the ones I wrote and please don't criticize them too harshly. I did my best on them.
