Caged
Looking at the reflection in front of me,
I see a mirrored image of someone,
someone far from myself.
The person looking back at me
looks tired, dark circles under her eyes,
lids growing heavier with each second.
She looks drained,
physically, emotionally, and mentally
drained.
Hidden behind her eyes are
undiscovered secrets,
tucked away, never to be seen.
Lies hide behind her tears,
behind her glossy eyes
that cover her fears.
Her soul appears to be shattered,
broken,
but no one will ever notice.
No one will ever say anything,
because no one will ever care.
No one will care to find the secrets
hidden behind closed doors,
No one will see deep enough
into her soul to discover it's pain,
the desperation to be free.
She will continue to live as she is -
hidden, trapped, and broken.
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True Colors
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry I decided to do, the first poem being called Caged. I'm not sure what kind of poems they will be or what they'll consist of, but I'm sure they will express my true colors, colors I have kept hidden for a long time.
