JUST POETRY

THE BROKEN GIRL'S POV

I walked into the classroom and it immediately turned silent.
The voices in my head kept telling me to be violent.
I ignored all the stares and took my sit.
My head was spinning and i felt like shit.
I silently sat on my chair and looked at the teacher.
The images played in my head and hurt me like a scar.
All i could see was broken glass.
I studied the teacher's every move as she exited the class.
Causing the children to immediately start talking.
The voices began and told me to start walking.
It was like something was pulling me towards the exit.
Like i didn't have have any control over my feet.
I ran out of the exit of the school, not sure of where I was going.
But didn't stop me from running.
My feet slowed down as if I had reached my destination.
I saw a girl standing there or was it my imagination.
I ran to the girl but she ran too.
Who she might be, to that I have no clue.
The girl was young but she was full of rage.
Like she's been trapped in a cage.
She disappeared like she wasn't even real.
Before I knew it, I was falling down a hill.
Before I hit the ground, I knew my soul had left my body ages ago.
When i wished for love and happiness nothing more.
I didn't even like the person I was turning out to be.
That's when I noticed. That little girl Is me.