She's the type of girl,
who sees the true world,
She walks with her head down,whether she's at home or in town.
They all think she flies,
because no one knows deep down she cries.
On the inside she dies,
so she tries to fill the emptiness with pies.
She's a math geek,
but everyone calls her a freak.
Everyone comes to use her,
Her parents abuse her.
Everyday she climbs to the bay,
puts on make up and gets on with the day.
She hides her ocean,
as long as she possibly can.
Her head and heart are filled with other's lies,
her mouth joins in with the words that'll only die.
She goes through a lot,
they don't know she's looking at her burial plot.
She writes, sings, dances for fun,
but by the end of the day she wants to be DONE.
She hears the voices in her head,
that makes her wish she were dead.
Showing people her black tears,
is only one of her worst fears.
She wants them all to stay,
but they are all on the delay.
She hopes it will be better soon,
but she can only see the light from the moon.
She can't help but feel hopeless,
and people tell her that "Some have less."
Her heart is heavy with lies, terrible words,her only outlet is through her works.
She has "wild imaginations",
but she has to face personal equations.
She can't trust people anymore,
because sooner or later they walk out the door.
She's an angel in disguise,and no one can see the pain in her eyes.
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Added part:
She feels shame,
not because she's lame;
But because she cared.
Her life to him she shared.
People say "Don't sweat it."
She asks "What if I fall in this pit?"
She wants them to stay,
But they leave in less than a day.
All she wants is a friend,one that'll last 'til the end.
She's an angel in disguise;
No one knows the pain in her eyes.
Hope you enjoyed the added part. Comment below if you did.
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4-2-14 and 4-3-14
April 2nd 2014 and April 3rd 2014
Freshman year
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Scars
PoetryPoems I wrote in 8th, 9th, 10th, and 11th grade to express my pain. Try to enjoy. :) Remember to comment or Inbox me, vote, and whatever. Tell your friends 'bout my stories. And I'm always open to new advice. Thanks for reading. :)
