the eyes are the windows to the soul,
so look a little closer.
What do I see, as she looks back at me?
Pain,
from all the types of things.
I see how sad she must be,
living a lie, full of happy smiles.
She carries the world for miles.
Trying to please everyone,
as her heart screams out for someone,
to listen to her story,
to catch her tears,
to make her fears,
disappear.
She's all alone,
no one is home,
to hear her cry,
her cry for help,
no one hears,
except yourself.
Her voice echos down the hall,
and hearing herself,
she crawls.
To the room,
where she'll make it all end,
just one little second,
is all it will take,
before she is happy,
having a smile on her face.
That is what I see,
As she looks back at me,
This ugly reflection,
staring back at me.
YOU ARE READING
just a little something
Puisieverything in this book is original. i come up with all myself. i dont do the whole "rights reserved" thing, but just dont steal my stuff.
