She was bleeding
and they were worrying for the mattress to get splattered.
While she was screaming in pain
They were busy pointing out her mistakes.
When she asked for aids
They gave her lessons to take,
to hell.They wanted her to talk without voice
They wanted her to live without any choice.
They wanted her to have pride without any might.
They wanted her to shine but not with her own light.She used to smile, the ugliest one.
She used to walk, of course not like a model.
But in attempt to make them beautiful, she lost her grin and slit her limbs.
To please everyone, she build her own crypt.Only if the familiar faces wouldn't have teased her with her weight.
Only if they would've sacrificed their joy for a small period of time.
She would've been sitting there, as usual, cheerfully gossiping.Her voice was unheard in the rowdy atmosphere.
And now they wonder where did they go wrong, when they never tried the right way.
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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...