My poetry #1 (incompleat)
I wrote this on 5-11-12 (thinking about my mom) and its not quite done yet but i thought someone would understand and apreciate it :) -all comments welcome
Day by day she sits there behind those unseen walls
but who is she
only one person knows
who she is truely.
you dont even know she is there
yet each day she screams to you
and you still pass with a vacant stare
Day by day she sits there behind those unseen walls
but who is she
only one person knows
who she is truely.
you dont even know she is there
yet each day she screams to you
and you still pass with a vacant stare
who is the girl with the silent screams
who is the girl hidden plain sight
not everything is as it seems
because she is the real me.
you dont know her
you dont me
i cant even talk to you
is this how its supposed to be?
who is the girl hidden plain sight
not everything is as it seems
because she is the real me.
you dont know her
you dont me
i cant even talk to you
is this how its supposed to be?
