She looks around, twice
Trying to recognise those faces behind her
She looks around, one more time
To stare closely at those faces behind her
She keeps wondering
How did she end up there
She looks around, one last time
To find everyone in the place desappaired
But she still can hear them laughing
Gossiping about her
She keeps wondering
Where are they hiding
...she doesn't know
But she still sitting on the floor
Hearing them gossiping about her
She still sitting on the floor
Wishing she'd go deaf
But the voices get louder
She looks behind her
And see hundred of fingers pointing at her
But what have she done?
...she doesn't know herself
She stands with all her might
But the voices keep on holding her down
...she falls
As she falls all the voices went silent
Or was she the one who died?
For the one who tears her skin with broken glass form her mirror.
YOU ARE READING
This Is For You
PoetryEvery part of this, is about someone/something that went through my life, and changed/affected me, even a little bit -and some fucked up thoughts- Every part has a diffrent story Date of starting: August 4th, 2020 Date of finishing: Nov 21th, 2020
