Her sobs they sung
What words could not.
They told of her troubles,
Her fears and her sorrows a lot.
But not many could hear her song,
For it was buried deep beneath
Under a gleaming smile
With gritted teeth.
But there was one who could see through her fake smile
And wished to comfort her
So they tried everything in their will
To make her emotions stir.
Though she didn't notice
And only continued with her song,
Which carried through the wind
Flowing all night long.
They didn't give up, but only got stronger.
With a burst of courage, they said
"I can hear your sad song,
Every night it comes to me filled with dread."
She smiled. She laughed.
She chuckled and looked at them.
"Do not worry" She said.
"For I have sung this song for while, making me numb."
They stared at her in disbelief
As she skipped off
Humming her sad song once more
And then they walked the other way with a scoff.
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Poetry
Poetry"Every poem you write should be like someone reading your 'things'. It should be terrifying and incredibly embarrassing. "
