Short Poems [Book #1]

His Truth, Hurts *

Here we are,

So perfect, and fine,

And then, before I know it,

It's the end of the line,

Here I am,

So in love and steady,

Yet, when your truth is revealed,

So hurt and unready,

And, in the mirror,

I can now see,

I am not as great as can be,

For I am,

And I repeat,

An ugly girl,

Whose heart isn't right,

And whose mind is destroyed,

Say, it's for the best,

You're happy anyways,

Because, beside me was the miserable days,

And tell me what you must,

But, as you can see,

I am hurt,

And will never be the same,

Oh, how right they were,

This is a game.