She stands near the wall
Invisible to all
People see her as vain
But inside she is the girl who dances in the rain
They are blind to her soul-open and raw
If they could only see
She would burst with glee
Though, she wants to hide she says
Like the monster under your bed
Better off that way, in this endless sea
One day, she won't be afraid
She won't stick herself in a cage
She'll make her life the perfect masterpiece
Her confidence will infinitely increase
No more, the girl of that old image
Gone, will be that silhouette
As far away from that wall she can get
She's not that wallflower
No longer will she cower
She has finally passed the ultimate test
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The Works of a Lonesome Soul
PoetryThese are the poems that were results to the wondrous stars that are my thoughts. I weaved them into words over the course of a year or so. I am not abondoning the pen anytime soon though, so there are going to be many poems here. You may start read...
