before I write I just want everyone know this has not happened to me. this was for a book I read in school.
nobody knows
what happened to me
I've never told
I don't want anyone to see.
nobody understands
for that I'm greatful
though now I'm unliked
my schoolmates are hateful.
they call me crazy
but they don't understand
my body is numb
my mind a wasteland.
my teacher asks why
I think I should tell
of why I'm silent
of why I fell.
I was at a party
there was a boy
I was tipsy
to him I was a toy.
be broke me
no body knows
nobody heard
when I was shouting no!
I've broken my silence
I'm no longer weak
my story is told
all I had to do was speak.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryShe had a dream, that one day someone will read her work and not see her, but her heart. These are my "journal entries" in more of a English paper kind of way I guess... I just needed somewhere to maybe have a chance at someone reading them.
