She is drunk when she got home
She is wasted, wanting to be alone.
She always felt sorry for herself
She thinks she's a loser,
She thinks she don't belong.
SIS, I know how hard it is to be
I had been there too, can't you see?
You carry your problems all to yourself.
'Cause you think you can solve it,
'Cause you think you'll get free.
When I heard you cry because of it...
Your sobs, your tears, the doors you slammed.
It broke my heart,
I felt your sorrow.
I still do wish
I'll see you tomorrow.
I cried as well...
Yes, I did.
I did shed tears
Whilst in my bed.
*This poem is about a brother sympathizing with his sister.
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PERSONA
Poetry*IMAGE FROM DEVIANTART by Oberst176* persona: the image or personality that a person presents to other people. We don't know very well the friends we see and talk to in our everyday lives. Not until we see the other side of their faces, the sadness...
