I don't know what they see
when they lay their eyes on me
the girl in black with a frown edged
hoodies, sweatshirts, beanies
what they cant see is
the little scared girl inside
who grew up too fast to even stay alive
who saw too much as life took out
the blindfold from her eyes;
Either way, they can be mesmerized
by my raven hair but seems to not notice
the darkness behind my pitch black eyes
I don't know if youre blind but I will be the same
too terrified to touch or to be touched
as the skin I have carried since
the mere contact will coax you
to burn with me alive.
-She tried to justify that they were better this way: him, her, distance and some unwanted petty crowd, just the way it used to be.
YOU ARE READING
THE GIRL WHO SPOKE POETRY
PoetryThe thing about pain is, it makes you question.. what makes you human? ____________ **Not cliche, I repeat, Not cliche, WARNING, not cliche**
