With each scar, a clandestine tale she etched to veil, Her sorrow cloaked beneath a countenance of grace. Tears dwelling in her eyes, yet she says
'everything is fine'
She isn't hurt, she isn't broken. Well, that's what she accepts. Blaming herself for even weeping, she wipes those silvery tracks off her face, while scolding herself
'Stop acting, you piece of a shit'
She refused to cry, but it felt heavier when she tried to smile. In her own tangible emotions, she drown herself in guilt and regret, for something she doesn't have any role in.
The world she dreamed of living in, now she wants to leave.
What happened so cataclysmic, that now she, herself became her biggest enemy??
She was an open book. anyone could read but now see how mischievous she is. She doesn't need anyone else, She was enough to ruin herself.
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The Silent Screams
Poetry'Teenager' Hearing the word, all that comes up in someone's mind is joyfulness, dreams, and so many beautiful things. But is it really the truth?? Are teenagers so happy?? Maybe not, our minds are full of thoughts, not so peaceful ones, so many st...
