The girl entered the school
with a fake smile on her face,
aware of what people whispered behind her back,
aware that they couldn't see how much pain was hidden behind her eyes.
She walked proudly trying to hide her hands shaking at her side.
She wished someone could read the emptiness she felt in her chest.
Maybe she wanted to hurt them too, to put tears in their eyes.
She wanted to hurt those girls, the ones she used to call friends and the ones who smashed her heart.
- She'll have her revenge, she'll prove them that life is a game she's no longer going to lose.
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The Stars Are Made Of Dust
PoésieThe Stars Are Made Of Dust - A collection of poems about a little girl who wanted to be okay. She was a child too scared to live a teenager that didn't want to live she became a woman thrilled to live the entire potential of what life is. - Untold...
