This a short poem I came up with. I'm not a descriptive person. I prefer just simple words in poems. This deals with the term, "Looking behind the smile." This is inspired によって a friend and mine's life experiences. Enjoy :)
Gone: a poem
She sat alone
in the corner of the room.
She didn't speak
she would merely loom.
Like she was a shadow
an invisible ghost.
No one gave
a damn at the most.
She would sit there
and simply stare
looking at those
who ignored her.
No one looked
at her twice
no one bothered
when she was nice.
She was a nobody,
forgotten によって all.
Her ever-blank stares
directed at the bare, empty wall.
But she WAS somebody
with a tragic past.
Except she didn't parade it around
like a ship's mast.
She was a girl
who actually cared a lot.
Except no one knew her.
So who would've thought?
That was until,
that fateful night
when she decided to
blow out the light.
The girl was gone.
Faded into the mist.
Then they finally noticed
the scars they missed
Tears were shed
memories were spared.
They started being friendly
and then they cared.
Speaking how could've had made a link
Then someone said:
"A little late, don't あなた think?"
Do あなた have a friend who acts too cheery? Who knows what they may be hiding.
Anyways, I hope あなた liked this. It's simple, I know. But that's just how I roll :) Anyways, leave your feedback. I appreciate constructive criticism and whatnot. Thank あなた for reading.
Gone: a poem
She sat alone
in the corner of the room.
She didn't speak
she would merely loom.
Like she was a shadow
an invisible ghost.
No one gave
a damn at the most.
She would sit there
and simply stare
looking at those
who ignored her.
No one looked
at her twice
no one bothered
when she was nice.
She was a nobody,
forgotten によって all.
Her ever-blank stares
directed at the bare, empty wall.
But she WAS somebody
with a tragic past.
Except she didn't parade it around
like a ship's mast.
She was a girl
who actually cared a lot.
Except no one knew her.
So who would've thought?
That was until,
that fateful night
when she decided to
blow out the light.
The girl was gone.
Faded into the mist.
Then they finally noticed
the scars they missed
Tears were shed
memories were spared.
They started being friendly
and then they cared.
Speaking how could've had made a link
Then someone said:
"A little late, don't あなた think?"
Do あなた have a friend who acts too cheery? Who knows what they may be hiding.
Anyways, I hope あなた liked this. It's simple, I know. But that's just how I roll :) Anyways, leave your feedback. I appreciate constructive criticism and whatnot. Thank あなた for reading.
I write what i feel and try to
make them seem so-real to
you, but all あなた want from me
is honesty.
as i write out the facts
あなた act like あなた don't really
care where my ハート, 心 truly is.
Let me tell あなた where it
is, it's in the honesty of my
poetry, deep inside my ハート, 心
it's the only thing that reveals
the emotions deep down inside
my soul.
as i hold onto the emotions
that creates honest 詩
that i write, i see あなた looking
at my private diaries understanding
who i want to be.
あなた look at me and あなた
seem to know what i'm
feeling as i'm revealing
to あなた the emotions that
comes from within my
soul.
as i hold the key to this
honest 詩 that i compose
あなた seem to believe every-little
detail that i have to say to you.
make them seem so-real to
you, but all あなた want from me
is honesty.
as i write out the facts
あなた act like あなた don't really
care where my ハート, 心 truly is.
Let me tell あなた where it
is, it's in the honesty of my
poetry, deep inside my ハート, 心
it's the only thing that reveals
the emotions deep down inside
my soul.
as i hold onto the emotions
that creates honest 詩
that i write, i see あなた looking
at my private diaries understanding
who i want to be.
あなた look at me and あなた
seem to know what i'm
feeling as i'm revealing
to あなた the emotions that
comes from within my
soul.
as i hold the key to this
honest 詩 that i compose
あなた seem to believe every-little
detail that i have to say to you.