She stands alone away from the others thinking of changing the world for the better. But, the sour of mankind wounds her soul. Making her dreams crumple as she goes.
She tries everything she can to no avail. Maybe, just maybe she thinks her stubbornness will change the world. Change for the starving kids change for the children who are forced to marry.
But, soon she realises she is only one girl. Her time dawn's on her. The other's around question her dream a dream made of gold.
Soon, the little girl is a teenager with a path to look forward to. A demanding one at least,one she thinks that takes more then just one girl. So she starts to question herself. To see if she is really can.
Eventually, the girl becomes a adult one that needs income. So she decides to take the easier route. After all one girl can't change the world. So she gives up on her dream just because the voices around her said you won't change anything and the ones inside her head sing it will be too tough. So she lives her miserable life, one not meant for her.
When she turned a old fragile women she had time to think, to think about her regrets. Now she wished she stuck what she was meant to do. Not to live a live that was bore with no purpose. For what's the point of life without a dream?
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Under The Bark
PoetryHere is a few poems that I have written.Some of them are decent some of them are not so much
