Look at this.
Look at this mess.
Look at what you did.
Me.
This reflection.
This image.
Its damaged.
Used.
Fooled.
Short red hair and bright blue eyes.
Empty eyes.
Blank smile.
This person I see before me is tired.
So tired of being played.
This human being I wake up to see each morning.
Wants to be happy.
Wants to be loved.
To be cared for.
And cherished.
But this mirror image.
Is alone.
Is hurt.
Is crying out for help.
But no one listens to a 15 year old girl in pain.
No one looks into her eyes.
Looks into the light blue tear filled orbs of life that once was.
No one looks.
YOU ARE READING
Midnight Thoughts
Poetry-I hate how I'm still here- -staring at the stars littering the sky- -watch how differently they treat us- -love is possible but it's so hard to find- -don't trust the voice in your head- "these are my midnight thoughts, I write them down and re...
