A mirror in front of me ...
Who is this?
This girl with sharp eyes,thick brows,thin lips and a cute nose.
Whats her story?
Look , just look through her eyes.
Its hard to know her.
Her eyes... i can see darkness.
I want to go , i want to escape from here.
You see its a difficult place.
Right now you are in her mind.
Enjoy the show.
Oh wait, there is no show,
Her mind is quiet.
Let's go visit her heart they say its a place full of love.
Wrong...
Where is the feeling?
Let me tell you:
She had the feelings but they all are gone now just like the people,they all are gone.
Now lets meet the actual her.
Look from far.
Thats her , that girl you see smiling with her friends.
She looks happy, is she though?
We'll go see her after school.
She is walking with headphones right now going home and thinking how to lie to her mom for a grade she actually fucked up , as she thought her semester was going fine.
She enters her home.
Nobody is there.
Laying down,scrolling on instagram.
Parents came asking her how was her day at school?
Like everyday her answer is the same: yeah good nothing new. How about you,how was your day?
After dinner the nightmare begins:
"PUT DOWN THE PHONE AND STUDY BECAUSE THAT IS THE ONLY IMPORTANT THING FOR YOUR LIFE RIGHT NOW"
Her mind: is it really? I mean do i need that math shit and physics and every stupid shit they learn us. But oh yeah we need those grades to be happy.
But this isn't the happiness she wants.
This is the "happy life" her parents want.
But she tries,she really does.
But math,physics,chemistry isn't really her thing and she blames herself because she is not good at it.
Okay so late at night her brother comes from work and she is happy to see him.
They hang around and are fighting like they always do.
She wants to smile always like this but she remembers that tomorrow is another day, a stressful day and she has to go through that again but she is strong,right?
Now its time to say good night.
She is used to it.
She just closes her mind and goes to sleep.
Because thats what life taught her.
To go on.
But one day she had enough.
She couldn't hold her tears,she screamed but guess what?
No one heard.
And then you ask why she doesn't speak.
YOU ARE READING
My thoughts
PoetryI love writing when I'm alone because i feel free and my mind works better. Here I'll just show you my thoughts about love,friends ... my life. I hope you like it because i keep trying to write because it's my dream and for sure i'll never give up.