They all see her
She is everyone's outlet
They don't know what she's going through
She hides it for their sake
She fell from the clouds
Her wings broke; she cannot fly
Her Halo stayed,It shined bright
She walks with her head down
Her porcelain face is cracked
It's visible now
Her halo is broken, it's light is dull now
She tried to pick herself up; she can't
She is still smiling to hide the hell in her eyes
Cracks and all she is still special to some
she is me
And she is loved
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Poetry and Prose
RandomI have been writing poetry since the 7th grade and now I want to share it with others. It is extremely cheesy but some have a nice ring to themselves. Let me know what you think when you read them. As long as I write I will continue to add more to t...
