"The Weak Girl"
The most vulnerable fear pain
Hiding fresh flesh under masks
Rehearsed my lines a hundred times
Only knowing pain when you refused
To listen
To understand
Look at your daughter in the eye
Ridicule her childish dream
Tell her she's silly, slap her to reality
And you beg her to understand?
So when I walked put to cry alone
Know that your toungue lashed out all the strength in her weak hopeful heart
Confused, tired, sullen
You wouldn't look her in the eye
You laughed when she left
And you beg her to understand?
YOU ARE READING
Unspoken
PoetryA collection of self-written poems/short stories. ©Copyright gwhaleshark 2017 All rights reserved. I do not own the graphics used for the book cover. Full credit a goes to the respective owners.
