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【 THEY DON'T KNOW 】
【 ALTERATIVELY CALLED: BEEN THROUGH ALOT 】

A broken heart, a burnt cigaret

Tears flowing through, so many things they regret

A small girl staring, confused

They scream, she flinches

They yell, she moves by inches

She's weird, that's what they say

She's quiet, that's what they say

They don't know

They don't know at all

What hides behind her smiles

As she goes through these trials

A small girl fighting hard

Her life is a playing card

She has these people

She calls them friends

Hidden gems

Everyone goes through so much

They don't have time to clutch

Ahold of others, they are terrified

Their eyes open wide

Their minds condemned

They try to blend

We need to learn to pay attention

Pay attention to their cries

To know when they disguise

Their eyes tell their stories

To know when to take care of their worries

She's weird, that's what they say

She's quiet, that's what they say

They don't know

They don't know at all

What hides behind her smiles

As she goes through these trials

They don't know what we go through

As the time passes us by

They remember us in minds eye

But don't know when to stop and say

“Are you okay?”

Some things remembered, some forgot

Some memories happy, some distraught

Some slip away, most do not

We've been through a lot.

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like my last poem, I wrote this in seventh grade for an assignment. I just remembered this existed earlier today, and I'm very very proud of it. I hope you enjoyed it.

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