I Write Poetry
A tear-streaked face,
Wiped clean with
hands that are small
and callused by hard work.
She tries to be a good
daughter, a good friend.
But it's never enough.
What else can she do
to improve herself?
Sick of the judgement,
sick of the lies and the pain.
Just wanting it all to end.
But she needs to stay strong.
A girl, meant to be -
yearning to be -
Accepted and strong,
but misjudged and broken.
Hollow.
Hurting,
but not letting anyone see.
Look into the depths of her eyes.
Look past the bright,
happy, dancing hues of color
to the swirling depths of
buried and hidden sorrow.
Her bright, happy persona?
A front.
To hide the horrors
of the real her
people will see
underneath.
She cries,
wipes her eyes,
Stands up and looks in the
mirror.
"I am strong," she says.
Wiped clean with
hands that are small
and callused by hard work.
She tries to be a good
daughter, a good friend.
But it's never enough.
What else can she do
to improve herself?
Sick of the judgement,
sick of the lies and the pain.
Just wanting it all to end.
But she needs to stay strong.
A girl, meant to be -
yearning to be -
Accepted and strong,
but misjudged and broken.
Hollow.
Hurting,
but not letting anyone see.
Look into the depths of her eyes.
Look past the bright,
happy, dancing hues of color
to the swirling depths of
buried and hidden sorrow.
Her bright, happy persona?
A front.
To hide the horrors
of the real her
people will see
underneath.
She cries,
wipes her eyes,
Stands up and looks in the
mirror.
"I am strong," she says.
By:
Gracewolff
Age:
16-17
,
Female
24
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