She walks alone.
On the edge of the wild side.
The makeup covers up
the scars she can't hide.
She walks through a crowded hall
and the name calling starts.
The walls that protect her
keep her secrets safe in her heart.
You may call her goth, emo or freak,
but it's the story she hides
you'd have to see to believe.
She knows where she's headed,
But she's been there before.
She walks alone,
but she knows she's in control.
The weightlessness of the pain she bears
shows in her bones.
She walks through a crowded hall,
and the whispers begin.
It all blurs together.
And she's miles away from them.
You may call her fat, anorexic or freak,
but it's the story she hides
you'd have to see to believe.
She knows where she's headed,
But she's been there before.
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Identical Hearts
PoetryThis is a collection of my poetry that I've written over the years. Stories of survival, love and loss, heartbreak and heartache. Keep reading they get better with time..
