© 2012 by xxirishrunnergirl
Walking down the hall, I feel your eyes staring
As if you can see every flaw that i have, as if you can see through me, and see all of the secrets that i have by staring a hole through my back.
I hear you whispering in your friends ear something that i chose to block out
because i rather not hear the words that sting my heart all day and make
It feel heavy and my throat tight with emotions kept inside like a balloon ready to burst free.
Walking down the hall again, I am beggining to wonder what you said before,
you acted as though you knew me, but you never knew me at all.
YOU ARE READING
In the mind of a teenage girl
PoetryPoems, and short stories about teenage life. Mainly about what goes on in mine, but you can probably relate to alot.
