She adores the thunder
For she can scream and cannot be heard
She loves when the rain pours
For she can cry silently on the backdoors
She was a broken poetry
She was a girl that surrounded by misery
No words--no rhyming
She's the poet who loses her creative way of writing
She who once a masterpiece
She who once an artist
Drawn, anxious--- she who lost her interest
She who did her best but not seen by the rest
She is me-- the unrecognized poet
