She sits inside
She wonders why she's all alone
Why can't this place feel like home?
She sits inside
She wonders maybe she'd been too kind
But why does she feel she has to hide?
She sits inside
She wonders how many mistakes she has made before
Why can't she just get up and walk out the door?
She sits inside
She watches through a small crack in the blinds as others enjoy the outside
Why can't she open the blinds?
She sits inside with the blinds closed
She waits in darkness
Why is she so afraid to let the light in?
She sits inside with the blinds closed
She wonders what would happen if she opened the blinds
What if the face is there?
She sits inside with the blinds closed
She wonders why she can't stand to see the face
What if the face is kind?
She sits inside with the blinds closed
She wonders when the face will go
What if the face smiles?
She sits inside with the blinds closed
She hates feeling so low
What if the face knocks at the door?
She sits inside with the blinds closed
She listens intently and wishes for a knock
What if the face opens the blinds?
She sits inside and peeks through the blinds
She hates thinking of the face being so kind
What if the face never lied?
She sits inside with a sorrowful gaze
She entertains the thought for a moment
No. Stop. It's happening again. The face. It will not help. It only torments. It will never come to my door. It will never open the blinds. It will always lie. It will always promise. It will always make you regret and hope and cry and wish. You must stop wishing for it.
She sits inside
She wonders why she stays in
Why can't she let go of him?
ESTÁ A LER
A Diary of Me
PoesiaThis book will be gradually filled with a variety of poems. Some may be happy, some may be sad, some may be completely insane. This will be a diary of sorts that will allow me to direct my influx of emotions into something creative and meaningful.
