Once upon a time,
there was a young miss,
whose smile shone
brighter than the sun;
whose eyes sparkled
brilliantly at everyone.
She skipped and
sang her favorite tune.
She was positively radiant,
all morning and afternoon.
At night, however,
the true story was told.
No one saw how bad it was
once she stepped over her threshold.
Her father hurt her,
to the point of scars in her brain.
He hurt her so much,
but she lived with the pain.
If she let it show,
it would all be a mess.
She didn't want them
to feel bad, think less.
So, before morning came,
she tended to her bruises;
she thought of
all their excuses.
Then, when the time came
to face the world,
she forced a dazzling grin,
happily twirled and twirled,
and acted like
she was in pure bliss.
YOU ARE READING
i am hurt
Poetry• "Who hurt you?" they ask. "Are you okay?" • If you decide to read through these poems, you'll come to realize how truly broken and hurt I am. This book has some real depressing stuff in it -- except for those rare occasions where some semi-happy p...
