Silently it creeps down her cheek
She watch as all the hurt leak
Out of the corner of her eyes it streak
Quickly while giving her heart what it seek
Relief after having pent up emotions for a week
People got to see a peek
Those who knew her calls her meek
While others called her a freak
Silently it creeps down her cheek
"Why Me?!!!" she shriek
To her life seemed so bleak
People judged her and called her a geek
All because she was interested in greek
And no one understands because they never let her speak
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Thoughts of the Hopeful & Broken Ones
PoetryThoughts of the hopeful and broken ones can be deadly Knowing not what we are thinking Like quick sand the pain and the ache have us sinking Deep down in a dark part of our mind But a smile like ours makes them have nothing to find
