Bluffing

Hair hanging in her face

Face tilted to the ground

Grounded by a heavy heart

Heart never to be bound

Bound again it couldn’t be

Be the thing she fears

Fears the pain

Pain which grows as she fights off tears

Tears shining in her eyes

Eyes so blue they drown

Drowning in her blood and sorrow

Sorrow is her town

Town in which she lives in

In and unable to get out

Out is where she wants to be

Being let about

About this girl you couldn’t know

No one knows beyond the mask she wears

Wears long-sleeve to hide her wrists

Wrists that show that she is scared

Scared to show emotion

Emotional scars of hate

Hates herself until she craves

Craves like a fish circling bait

Baited she falls tempted

Tempted by sweet nothing

Nothing could be sadder

Sad this poem isn’t bluffing.

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I've had this poem locked away in my computer documents for just about ever and its something very close to me. The only reason I posted it is to even have the chance to have Ellen Hopkins read it. My avourite author is a draw between her and Stephen King, and I'd just be so honoured if she liked my poem even the smallest bit.

So please, I don't ask this often becuase I know how annoying it is, but vote/comment/tell other people to read it please please please. Know you might be making a fourteen year old girl amazingly happy?