She waits till the doors closed and all the lights are out
Then she sits on her bed and cries her heart out
Her cheeks become puffy
And her nose becomes stuffy
And another piece of her is lost to the demon of insecurity
She seems to call it up, seems to give it a ring
What she can't understand
Is what all the people see
Is she something worth looking at
Or should she just turn back
Back to the girl that didn't exist
Back to the girl that she was
But then she'd remember
She still was that girl
And that girl was so broken
Thanks to this world
Her scars are internal
Her hearts set inferno
And she's burning herself alive
With the things that she hides
And she longs for the moment
When her insecurity dies
~Madison
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Unspoken
Poetry"Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words." ~Robert Frost ~~~~~~~~ This book consists of my innermost thoughts-turned-poems that I have had cooped up in my mind. But, just as a note, the subjects of my poems ar...