Dedicated to my friend rach, for no reason at all :)
She walks through the door,
smile set it place,
shes wiped her true emotion,
no sadness on her face.
she turns to her friends,
grining as warmly as she can,
her pain she fends,
dont let them see, thats the plan.
her heart is like stone,
her eyes still wet with tears,
hiding from things shes prone,
shes been doing it all these years.
A letter reaches her hand,
questions thrown her way,
she looks down in shyness,
too embarressed to say.
she sees that look,
that you give eachother,
she looks the other way,
being a victim of another..
she looks at the ground,
avoiding her eyes,
to her inner hatred shes bound,
her face filled with lies.
the councillor waits,
pity in her heart,
she waits for the broken girl to speak,
or to atleast start.
she sits hugging herself,
lies forming on her mouth,
shes left the real her on the shelf,
things head south.
Emotions still hiden,
from everyone she sees,
from pain she is ridden,
always trying to please.
Her soul has been crushed by weight,
her heart broken,
shes never been the same to this date,
the pain you see is just a token.
in anguish she needs release,
from the pain of being,
from hurting she feels peace,
before she knows deep scarrs shes seeing..
there goes that girl again,
walking through the door,
pain is written on her face and seen from her scarrs,
she cant hide any more..
YOU ARE READING
The screams inside my head..
PoetryEveryone has a voice, a voice inside their head. It can be evil, it can be good or you may not hear it. I hear this voice, i hear it because it screams. It screams because its my only outlet to the pain..
