She's tried so hard to get your attention,
that's all she ever dreams of.
When she sits quietly in the back of the room,
her thoughts are screaming.
You'd never know what goes through her mind,
nor would you want to.
She's afraid of the demons inside herself,
and you're the last person she'd show them to.
Day by day she tears herself apart,
piece by piece,
crumbling like an old forgotten building.
If only you could see through her fake smile,
then maybe you'd understand.
She never thought she could look at one person,
and see the whole world in his eyes,
let alone her whole future.
But she did,
and you didn't.
Stupid boy,
that's all you are.
But why would she fall for someone so infantile?
You're not the stupid one,
she is.
What a stupid girl.
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Concrete Marshmallows | Watty's 2016
PoésieA collection of poems mainly about love and loss. Some personal experiences, others are from different people's perspectives. It's fairly self explanatory. Every poem speaks for themselves and tells it's own story. Enjoy!