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Ghost of an AngelCategory: poetry
Saturday, 6 April 2013
05:58:04 PM (GMT)
Empty swingset she's always wanted but never had....

And empty soul she loved but never got...

Her cries and sorrows written all over her wall...

She tells people how unhappy she is.
But of course no one believes her...

Her smile is the most beautiful one in her school because she goes through the most
pain....
Her laugh is the most cutest because she doesn't use it as much as everyone else...
She goes home and just cries and throws her life in the garbage...
She goes online to see negativity about how unattractive she is...
Knowing she can't change anything...
The make-up she puts on just makes her look more emo..
She wishes people didn't think she was emo....
She's just a girl... Trying to make a day worth living...
Just a girl....

No one knows how close her life is to falling off the edge of the cliff she is
hanging from...
She just sits there...
Watching the people laugh at her mistakes...

Walking into the school feeling tall and strong...
Head over heels..
But walking out of the school feeling short and weak...
Heels over her own head...

Falling to pieces when she reaches her room...
Turning the music to high blast...
Sitting there staring at her unkown life...
Drifting away....

She doesn't know what to do...
Knowing there's no time or chance to change...

She see's things other people can't see...
She hears things other people can't hear...
She feels things other people can't feel...
They think she's weird because of her psychic ability..
They think she's ugly because one piece of hair isn't straight...
They think she's dumb for getting a 78 on a test...
They think she's a nerd for participating in class...
They think she's quiet for not talking for 2 seconds...
They think she's loud for talking to much...
They think she's a loser for wanting to be a singer when she grows up...

She's afraid to tell people what she wants...
They judge her for her taste in music..
For her taste in clothes..
For her style in hair...
For her make-up decisions...
For every little thing they can find...
Last edited: 20 April 2013


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