A mist surrounding her with her failures,
Calling her back into her lonely chambers.
They had all looked up to her until now,
So she stood up and took her very last bow.
Curve balls spinning straight toward her,
But they are nothing, a passing blur.
She sets down her bat, falling away from base,
Closing her eyes, she decides her race.
Can she
Ever
Live
Like the others.
Strong
And persevering
Instead
She takes
A path
Straight
Over water.
Waving
To those
Who
Lived
On Land.
Waves crashed into her at every turn,
Just like the anger inside her would churn.
Living with a pile of things left undone,
Others say she failed, while she said she won.
Her tears shed from the monsters beneath,
No one believed when she forgot how to breathe.
They called her a fake when they saw her tear,
How could they have even counted some fear.
She still believed in the creature under her bed,
Even when the others had thought of it dead.
Called
A liar
For her tears.
She was lost
In her words,
Lies
Fake
And scary
Monster
Under her Bed.
She took
Out
Her Pen.
Once upon a time, there was a little princess,
You are a normal girl who needs to read less.
She was the only one gifted with an imagination,
You put your headphones away, congratulations.
She didn't know how to make people understand her,
Nothing can make you special, not even literature.
So she shut everyone out, and was locked in a tower,
As they called out to her, the dragons got louder and louder.
YOU ARE READING
Paper Cut Heart
PoetryHere is a collection of poems that I wrote that describe my life at the moment. --------- Lost In Words- It's what I am. Literally- lost in my writing. Can't get out. It's the only real life that I don't screw up. --------- Red Light- Ever loo...
