The tree still stands tall,
Even after the wind blows
And the storm passes.
Only a few leaves get knocked loose.
Just like the few tears rolling down her cheeks.
She acts like the tree.
Solid.
Tough.
Forever full of life.
She acts like nothing bothers her,
But she cries herself to sleep.
The thoughts inside her head,
Could make a grown man cry.
The feeling of being worthless haunts her
Whenever she's alone.
"I don't understand why I'm not enough,"
She says as she looks at her tear stained face.
The voices in her head respond.
Telling her how much better she could be.
Prettier.
Smarter.
Skinnier.
Perfect.
The voices don't stop screaming.
She seems so much like the tree,
But if you take a closer look inside,
She's hollow.
YOU ARE READING
For The Rainy Days
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I have made through the past few years. Most of them are sad, and are personal. I would love any feedback you'd like to give. I'm trying to stick to writing, but I might not always update. I hope you enjoy my poems!
