Today I was reading emotions
Written through blood and tears
Done with such devotion
A diary of abuse from peers
I couldn't believe what I was reading
How could people be so cruel
This poor girls young heart bleeding
Alone even in rooms that are full
She walks under a darkened cloud
Bruised and scarred, her pain visibly exposed
She keeps to herself, avoids the crowd
All too accepting that this is what she chose
Although we haven't officially met
There's a lot of her I want to be
She's a willing and an open friend
Who took the time to inspire me
I wish she could see what I see
Through her work on pages full
In the mirror she see's ugly
and I see beautiful.
YOU ARE READING
Beautiful
PoetryThis is my very first dedication and it goes to a young lady on this site who has inspired me to write and to do my best at anything I set out to do. I hope you know who you are.
