{Another older poem of mine, but one I was really proud of. I think it explains me, in a way. Or at least, it used to anyway.}
The Imaginary Girl is every one thing at once, and nothing at all at the same time.
The Imaginary Girl is a rock star, a singer, and a writer. The Imaginary Girl is famous, she can cook anything, and she can make anything from her own two hands.
The Imaginary Girl is loved by everyone, she isn't left out by her friends, and in fact, she has so many friends, its hard to keep all of their names.
But, The Imaginary Girl doesn't exist. The Imaginary Girl is imaginary. She's everything at once, yet still nothing at all. She's a girl that lives on a school bus. She sits staring out the window, watching the sky cry as its tears wiggle down the glass. The Imaginary Girl is an empty shell. She has no soul, therefore she cannot feel anything. Even as the kids at her school that pass by her without acknowledging her presence don't see to faze her.
The Imaginary Girl isn't famous, in fact, no one has heard of her. She's just a figment of her own imagination, she's not a rock star, or a writer. She can't cook anything, and she can't make anything. She's just an empty eggshell to a rotten egg, but she's still not even that important. A rotten egg is still more noticeable than she is.
The Imaginary Girl believes she can do all of these amazing things, but in reality, she can't do anything.
This Imaginary Girl will never have any friends, nor will she be noticed. She will continue being the Imaginary Girl, sitting on the bus, staring out the window as the sky cried. The imaginary girl would think of things that could never happen, but even if they couldn't really happen, she didn't care. The Imaginary Girl was imaginary. She had no feelings or emotions, she was an empty eggshell that would forever remain empty.
Nothing could fix her. Not the sky, nor the wind, nor the people who ignored her every day.
The Imaginary Girl would never change, and she'd always remain lonely. The Lonely, Imaginary Girl, that no one ever notices. The girl that was everything at once, yet nothing at all at the same time.
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Star Struck
PoetryThis is a little collection of poems I've made. Not sure how long I'll continue it, but I'll make a few. {Completed! There's a sequel book if you'd like to read it, the sequel is called "Milky Way"} Note: This was called "Book of Poems" previously...
