Stuff. Just Stuff.

My First Poem

Knives

There's a girl,

Who walks down the hall.

Head down, small steps,

She doesn't speak a word,

And keeps her eyes averted.

Tries to blend in,

But is made a target.

Do you know her?

She has words hurled at her like knives.

Ugly words,

Hurtful words.

Her armor, once strong,

Is cracked.

No one cares.

They just throw.

And when she goes home,

The knives follow her.

She is never left alone,

Never has peace.

She only knows the knives.

Do you know her?

You should.

Because she is the girl you passed,

There in the hall.

Who you never noticed.

Never talked to.

Maybe you threw a knife.

Maybe you didn't want to find one.

Doesn't matter.

They were still there.

Being thrown.

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Don't worry, I'm not depressed, I just have dark thoughts sometimes. :P

Answers from last time:

1. D

2. C

3. A

4. A

5. B

6. B

7. C

8. D

9. B

10. C

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