Friday, 7 January 2011
01:34:34 PM (GMT)
IF YOU REALLY KNEW HER
She paints on a twinkling smile,
to hide her unfortunet face.
She looks up to the world,
no love, no joy, no place.
You can't see the tears that lay in her eyes,
she covers up the harm with truthing lies.
She makes others laugh to hide her own,
her voice lightly cracks in a sad, brittle tone.
You look at her and by the way she acts you assume shes okay,
no, not at all, at least not today.
If you really knew her, your view would change a lot.
She walks in as someone shes not.
Smiles and laughter cover but some of her pain,
last and still loosing with no remain.
She faces the world, gentle, quiet- but strong.
Its been like this for oh too long.
She sets her standards low, and builds her goals high,
she knows her dreams may never happen but it cannot hurt to try.
She believes she wasn't meant and just became the world's curse,
she wishes her life was better but knows it could be worse.
You can laugh and talk about her, and that too gets bottled up,
but its hard to let go when enough is enough.
Nothing she does completely hides her bruises,
prancing around as if she never loses.
Her bliss bearly hides her scars,
her life is a cage in through iron bars.
Life beats her down with no worry but tease,
She has no wonder but woe, misfitted with ease.
All she really can feel happens to be pain,
nothing to lose yet nothing to gain.
She won't speak up and just backs down,
leaving her shadows lying around.
She takes a deep breath and swollows her sorrow,
she hopes it will get better but knows she'll still have a bitter tomorrow.
So if you read between these lines, setting the words free,
you'd know that she is her, and her, is me.
Last edited: 24 March 2011