There's not really anything to know about me except the things left unsaid. I am one of the deepest person you will ever meet, but if you don't know, that's fine with me. But, I'm not a troubled child, more of a misguided, misunderstood young woman...
Inspired by a poem I read in 'Chicken Soup For The Teenager's Soul'.
I am static
Agony and pain stabs my mind
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The young girl
Dark chocolate
Sitting on her throne of abuse
Not her abuse
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She has a mask to hide behind
No one seeing through her tears
No one hearing through her silence
Throughout the years
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The shots fired out
The scared soldier dashed back to the fort
He had witnessed enough
He had only went to 'experience' war
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