Like an old ragdoll,
Her feelings are everyone's toys to play and they overshadowed her when they weren't even physically tall.
Like a tree,
Her wrath towards the world, it grows and grows, like the hellfire it became to be.
Like trash,
She's tossed from places to places, all beaten up, and into the judgemental society she crashed.
Unlike others, she doesn't have anything to eat, how can she maintain that smile?
Unlike others, she doesn't see any light hurting her blue eyes, it's almost time to say goodbye.
- 7.50pm, 30.6.2020
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The Chaos In My Mind
PoëzieTo everyone wondering what the hell is happening in my head. All these poems were written after i remembered, Remembered the pain I've been through, Reminded of how cruel this world was, Thinking I needed to let it out. I was once a little girl...
