A girl unable to speak,
Her social skills were rather weak.
Her silence was the loudest scream,
Yet all she received was unwelcoming gleams.
"She's perfectly normal" or so it SEEMED
She wished to run beyond the halls
Help,help, she dreamed to call
Yet she was confined by her own walls
No escape, no entrance.
Her world was all but cruel.
How could they call this woman a fool?
Teasing her never made them cool,
Either way they still teased.
Until one day she never returned to school,
So her enemies were at unease.
They should have left her alone
But now they had to phone her home
Only to find she's now no more than bones and a carcass
It was confirmed..
Her silence had been the loudest scream
And now they can only see her when she haunts their every dream
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Restless Nights
PoetryAll of us have our faults, and all of us are not flawless. However, we must embrace our perfect imperfections. This story is my attempt of embracing my own literature. Whether it is intriguing or not, I will let you decide that on your own. I very...
