You can see it in her eyes,
the way she walks, how she
lies. back in her seat, in class
she’s lost. nowhere to go, OUTCAST
She walks the halls, she roams the city
speaking to no one, asking for nothing
She’s cold in the warmest paces, she’s
one in a million tears and silent fears
she wont discuss, she wants to cry,
she, wont cuss, or fuss about the issues,
Day to day all she wants to say is hello
hello to the good,
hell no to the bad
If it has to happen,
she’s clapping to the beat in her head
If something goes bad she’s quick enough to
go right, on through the breeze that everyone
sees as a disaster, because nothing gets in the way of
Beauty. perfection. the detection of the selection of you
cause she is. the girl no one sees
Run during the day, because no one will let you say
what’s on your mind, i think they. dont know what’s
going through your head, or if you’re feeling awake
or dead, quaking with fear you cant explain feeling sane? yet?
(Poem by emotional scars)