Note: This poem, and the one that follows, are just something that I wrote for fun, and they hold my p͟e͟r͟s͟o͟n͟a͟l͟ point of view. I would like to see what you guys think, but if you don't like it, please do not hesitate and comment, even if you're one of those grinches' that just says mean things. But do not worry, not all of my poems will be like this, just this one and the next, unless y'all comment otherwise.
Do you see that little girl
Sitting in the dark corner
Crying
She sits their
A fresh bruise on her elbow
Another eye, as black as the night
Do you see that little girl
Sitting in the dark corner
Crying
Wanting to run
But knowing
She wouldn't get far
Sobbing quietly
And silently waiting
Do you see that little girl
Sitting in the dark corner
Crying
Wishing with all her heart
On a star she can't see
Through a window that isn't their
That this hell she calls home
Will soon be behind her
Wanting so much
To see life as it was meant
To be
But still she sits
That little girl
In that dark corner
Also with a second wish
One she doesn't word
But that she accidentally hopes
She hopes she doesn't
Get to attached to hope
Do you see that little girl
Sitting in the dark corner
Crying
She is made up of everyone of us
Her name is Fear
And there she sits
Waiting to be freed
By humanity
YOU ARE READING
Just Me and My Crazy Thoughts
PoesíaHello, this is my first time with working with watt pad. Or even publishing my work. And just a heads up, this is not boring poetry. I promise, but it is very expressive. So read at your own risk.
