In a state near the ocean,
In a small town no-one plays attention to,
In a close-knit community where everyone knows the next,
In an ordinary looking house.
Where a mask is worn everytime she leaves,
Where the house is not a refuge, but a prison
Where screaming and yelling is heard at night,
Where she lives.
She hides away in her room,
She cries yet no-one hears, nor cares to hears,
She lives in anger, fear, and pain,
She is a lost girl.
Her friends see a fun-loving writer,
Her teachers see a hard worker with wierd grades,
Her family sees a rebel, a girl who never does what she's told,
Her only home is inside a story.
In a room playing music,
Where a girl cries in the night,
She reads about her heros living far away,
Her books keep her sane in her own world,
A lost girl only known as me.
A site where you can post your works, get ideas from other writers like yourself, and get positive feedback for your poems. Just send me an E-mail, or post a comment saying I can use your ideas and I'll create a new post using your name. All poets here can use pen names if they feel uncomfortable posting their poems under real names. I also use this website as an outlet for my anger and let my mind run freely. It used to be just poems, but now It's open to all works of writing.
This one almost made me tear up (Which I don't tear up much) quiet sad. =(
ReplyDeleteOhh sorry. I think I was in a sad mood that day. It reflects my life with how you act differently with different people and how the true life of someone is what you never thought it would be.
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