when she was young
she was bullied
no-one knew
she hid it all inside
for years and years
Till one day
someone cared
he seemed to understand
he was the only one who knew
he kept it between them
for years and years
they became best friends
when she was young
she believed she would be perfect
then one day
all of a sudden
everything seemed to come crashing down
when she was alone
she would ponder
the definition of perfection
was she perfect?
would she ever be perfect?
the answer was
she would never be perfect
she started to accept it
but then
every imperfection stood out
all of her flaws
she couldn't hide them
the bullying didn't stop
it only got worse
slowly she was falling apart
piece by piece
flaw by flaw
the beauty with in wouldn't be seen
for the beauty on the outside is what people judge by
even bullies have imperfections
no-one is perfect
the nicest people deal with a lot
just to make others smile
behind their eyes, the pain hides
the loneliest people have the most friends
yet they feel so alone
out of all the friends, no- one cares
society ruins things
we put labels on everything
the labels aren't important
it's not who we truly are
we are who we want to be
in the end labels can mean lots of things
but labels don't necessarily define you
you should define who you are
even bullies have gone through something
they're not judged because people are afraid of them
they bully to make themselves feel better
or maybe they just want attention because they're alone
it affects people differently
you shouldn't judge a person by their face
just like you shouldn't judge a book by it's cover
even if you're not the prettiest person
don't give up
everyone has flaws
the beauty is on the inside, not the outside
if people focused on inner beauty
less people would be hurt
less souls would be unhappy
more smiles would be real
the feeling of being happy is like no other
it feels like you're walking on air
like nothing could ever go wrong
but then you're brought back to reality
where problem after problem
it only gets worse
they tell you it will get better
but will it really?
or are they just lying?
you watch the people around you being happy
you watch them live their lives
you watch you're friends leave and forget about you
you suddenly feel so alone
that is when you feel truly alone
when in a crowd of people you feel alone
when in a group of friends you feel alone
while you watch you're friends become friends
they start to not talk to you
they will be better friends than you were
she failed at everything
being a friend
being a big sister
being herself
being a daughter
being a A/B honor roll student
being alive
there was only one thing she didn't fail at
slowly dying while no-one was around
when no-one was around to care
while no-one was watching
while no-one was around to care
while she was alone
she would cry
for hours without end
she always had a smile on her face
everyone thought she was okay
they believed the lies she told
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Thougths of mine..
Historia Cortathis is a poem I wrote..when i wrote it didn't really mean a lo to me..but now it seems like it describes me more than it did.. it's sad but true