Poem #2
Me
she's the girl with the ripped jeans
she's the one you can't hear scream
she's the one who needs you most
but you're never there.
she's the one with the short hair
she's the one who acts like she doesn't care
but you don't listen close enough to hear
the screams of silence about how you don't care.
she's the one that only wants to feel pretty
she changes her look
she dyes her hair
she feels like no one even cares
the one she wants to notice her the most
won't even look her way
she seeks attension else were
her heart begins to tear
the cut of words are so deep
I feel like every word makes me bleed
for he still doesn't even realize I am that girl,
I guess I'm not supposed to be that deep
as I am telling the story of me.
YOU ARE READING
Feelings
PoetryJust a collection of poems, maybe a few short stories, and a couple rants...
