The knives were thrown
Sharp and furious
At her to break her down
Little did they know the long colorful sleeves
Hid her already broken self.
She didn't move
She didn't flinch
She didn't show any trace of terror
She just stood there, frozen
Waiting for the pain to strike her down.
When it hit her she stood there, indifferent
For she was used to the feeling
She stood there, tall and straight
Her head held up high
The bright lights illuminating her face.
The shine made the lonesome tear
Shimmer like silver as it ran down her cheek
The caramel like skin broken by the pristene drop
She just let it fall and wiped her face.
She wiped the teary streaks and shook the pain away
She stood, beautiful and composed
She stood, broken and shattered
She stood, proud and smiling
She stood, silent and crying.
-Tanny xx
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Poetry° poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings, it takes origin from emotion collected in tranquility ° //William Wordsworth// highest rank: #93 in poetry on 28/10/2017
