They always see the big popular people
never mind little me,
always them.
with their big bright eyes, lucid words and malicious grins
They never see the others
The ones quietly standing in the back
The ones who really wanted change
alas, never getting their voice
They were shut down easily
painfully, without gain
when hands tightened by their throats
to wrestle their own words out
Looking into the mirror,
piercing eyes of the reflection
on your Own Damn Self.
looking over to
my own dark sad eyes,
rolling with a tragic tear
I wish I hadn't stayed quiet that day.
YOU ARE READING
mind of a girl
PoetryAll rights belong to the brain, where the information seeks the sane. for the collections of poems and thoughts of a growing daisy in a field of roses (aka the mind of an adolescent trying to find her way in life)
