okay so this poem doesn't ryme but it's still deep and has a lot of meaning and truth. hope you like it..
Get Up
I've never really had good luck you see...I'm not pretty. My nose is too big for my face and it's a weird shape. My eyes are round but point at the ends..like a cat with no beginning, or no end. The eyes are a dark brown..just a perfect shade. If the girl was really beautiful she says. Her eyebrows shaped like Arabs..though her eyes don't glow. Her eyes are marked with memories of pain and strong rocks she's had to pick up along the way. Her lips are thin. Telling sealed secrets god knows only she knows. Take her words to tomb of silence, she says there's no testimony. Who would even listen? Her screams are like a horror movie. It's like she woke up the dead but not the living. Her voice shows roots of a heritage that struggled to cross, she's among those brown proud people singing country songs. Her hair is wavy and long...reaching her lower back like the moon on the ocean, with creases of a sun. She complains because people tell her to grow some hair..but why? The girl isn't getting treated for cancer. Her body holds the most pain. Bruises with no hits will remain. Scars that never had an object against her skin..just painful laughs and comments of ugly she always heard and stayed still. Her body is far from perfect..one of those that have too many flaws. It's sad how she cares more about others than herself at that. She doesn't care about graduating when she has to skip school to do your hair. As long as you're happy..she doesn't care. A girl so funny and outgoing you'd think nothing bothers her. She puts fake cure medicine and bandages on her body saying i'm okay. She'll make you think she has never been happier..only to realize her memory letters are written of a judge asking who stabbed her. She'll never put herself first..she learned her problems arn't important. Just hold a smile on your face and believe there's no edge to fall cries in her emotion. Believe she laughed so hard she cried for certain. This girl has balls and takes risks..she does not care. Her limits were vanished when people told her kill yourself. She would love to die..but she hopes someone tugs on the rope. If only if only, she dreams of that hope. Its funny that the smallest things make her happy as if everything else was perfect, if that fucks up she says this isnt fair. Wheres the light down the tunnel, is my god really there? Everyday she begs to care and get up...but how when her life is such a fuck up. How when people push her down. How can she finish the finish line when people want her to fail. I know its wrong..thats what you say. The sad part is the girl is among you and all you do is stare. Did you ever try to help her? Of course not, you were never there. Stop showing sympathy..it makes it worse. Shed rather see you hate her and be real, then say you truly feel her..to you her life is a mystery. How can you tell her to get up when the chair she tries to jump off is getting pulled away. Not by the girl of hope in her eyes, but by the cruel word with mischief and demons in eyes. She doesnt want to get all the attention..just to know youre there. Stop making her be there for you.. for once act like you care.
