Laughter
A beautiful, joyous sound
Something so pure and full of light
One may wonder why hers is so empty
Why hers lacks light
Why hers hides the monsters of last night
Why hers is lost behind a hand
Why hers sounds like yearning for a friend
Someone could ask
But they won't
Afraid of intensity
Afraid of intrusion
A silent plea for help
And they won't
So they pretend they hear the purity
They pretend to hear the beauty
They pretend
She pretends
Now I wonder
Why do they have to pretend?
Why do I have to pretend?
Why do you have to pretend?
Why do we call her sick?
Why do we call him crazy?
Why do we call them outcasts?
It's pretty funny isn't it?
The heart wrenching sound of laughter
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Hope in the Dark
PoetryA collection of poems about experiences and thoughts I've had in the few years I've been alive. Some are recent pieces, others are from middle school. This collection is somewhat in order, and I leave in the older ones in to show other young writers...
