Tormented Souls And Other Poems

Beautiful Mess.

She's unstable, that one.

When she looks at you, you can't see it.

She hides behind the curtain, barely peeping through.

She watches the world fly by her like a flock of birds.

Everything is true, flawless, except for her.

Yes, when she speaks to you, you laugh.

She does that a lot.

What you see is a clean cut girl, with a beautiful side,

But that's just because she wants you to see that.

You admire her confidence when she struts down the hall

She looks at you with satisfaction.

When she smiles you know she has you.

But maybe that's just because she does not have herself.

Don't look into her eyes.

She won't let you in that deep, just step back.

Walks away a lot, that one does

Maybe she can't stay because no one ever stayed for her.

Oh you know she's as strong as they come

But you have no idea how much that strength cost her.

Because you see, who you see and who she is,

Those two are like summer and winter.

I think she's really winter though

That summer façade she puts on for you, is too peachy.

Or she could be the summer.

And the winter just tore her apart once.

Just because she looks happy does not mean that she is.

And yet she's not sad, not really.

Lost, that's what it is.

Not broken, scratched maybe, but no that is not it at all.

Ah she's a mess that one.

You should see where she lives, everything is just, well everywhere

I'm sure that disorganization is the what it's like in her head.

I could just be making assumptions, she does try.

Once she did let someone in.

But she was so scared and she held on too tight.

Sent them running, she did.

But I think she will be alright, she wants to be

Someday she will try, I just don't think it is today.

All you can do, love is wait.

Wait for her to come out from the dust.

Let her clean up the mess inside her first.

What's that? You think you can purify her?

Don't try to fix her, you'll drive her away.

She's a mess, that one.

A beautiful one.

A/N This poem was very meaningful to me. When I first wrote it, I was trying to better understand one of my characters, but it made me realise that even though she's a villain, she's actually me. A side of me that I'm always trying to find redemption for, but the core of my stories is hope...I'm finding hope for myself, and I hope that she can too.