Eyes of shattered glass.
Laughing? It's in the past.
Eyes of shattered porcelain.
We have seen hell.
WE HAVE SEEN HELL.
WE HAVE BEEN THROUGH REJECTION.
we are the whispers no one tries to hear.
We are in the shadows. NICO DI ANGELO
Molding in the dark, like clay in a work mans palms.
why do we avoid others eyes?
Because we fear our walls will fall and tumble down like waves on rocks. that our emotions will flash on our face. A look of pain and regret. Our eyes are like broken glass.
That. Is why I refuse to look you in the eyes.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry by a distressed teen
Poetry"HI THIS IS POETY IS SO SURPRISING DARK FOR ME IT IS SCARY."
