Buried deepA Poem by Mazie Tackett
As the troubles get more steep,
it gets harder to deny.
the girl's buried deep,
and sorrows piled high.
Tears start to flow,
but only when she's alone.
She can't let them know,
how soft she's grown.
They don't have a clue,
she cries until she passes out.
No one knows but I do.
I know because I'm the one your thinking about.
© 2013 Mazie Tackett
Added on August 13, 2012
Last Updated on May 8, 2013
AboutMy name is Mazie Tackett. I'm unusual, diiferent, weird. I've never really been that good with people so I don't have many friends, but the friends I do have love me to death and i love them. I've bee.. more..
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