Poems

She Was Born For Greatness

I was born for greatness, she repeated in her head for years.

Your ugly, and worthless they told her, as her eyes formed tears.

They're jealous of you, her family said.

What do they have to be jealous of? They dont know my greatness, its never been shown to them.

She kept it a secret instead.

Don't listen to them, her friends would say.

Then after a while they all vanished and went away.

She eventually found new pears and new hobbies.

They chose to be accompanied by her, they actually proffered it.

But her family said they weren't real friends and didnt like them, told her she needed to put a stop to this.

Their hobbies were "bad" the people she found and liked where "mad" and when she was with them it was the best time in her life so far she's ever had.

But she drove herself a little insane.

From peoples opinions constantly being force upon her brain.

She eventually said good bye to her new friends.

She tries so hard for everyone else now.

But all they tell her is "your a childish stupid girl"

And in the mirror " she hears echoes of all that's been said

She tells herself she's beautiful. That she's destined for something great. And if on the path to success others have these opinions. Then let them hate.

She practices her smiles till she can't tell theyre fake. She even laughs because a little practice is all it takes.

But as strong as she is. And as strong as she seems.

At night she cries and weeps with her make up running down her cheeks and tears stain her pillows and sheets.

She's welcomed herself to solitude.

Where she slowly begins to feel numb.

But when people try to come in her life, she always assumes.

Its temporary and no ones here to stay.

When the day comes that she's no longer strong enough to face the mirror.

And the tiny voice in her head becomes hard to hear.

What would you expect?

Shed have nothing to live for if it wasn't her own head keeping her in check.

So when the day comes and she's faught too long.

Everyone will know the battle she couldn't over come.

Maybe then they'd see the greatness she's always seen.

Itd just be a shame for it to become clear to them just as she loses sight.

Maybe the greatness that keeps her alive will be the greatness she's remembered for...after shes no longer alive.

After all you know what they say no one knows how amazing you are till youve met your grave.