See That Girl

Tears. Falling from her clear blue eyes Consistently whispering her secrets Staining her outter perfection [the image she could only wish for] Silence slowly solidifying Mocking what never dared go past her lips Her false truths that formed who she was They fail. Back to the indecent reality. And she loves little. Has little to love. She loves him [the Prince Charming in her Cinderella fairy tale] Without him she'd be miserable at best Who's to say it's wrong? She needs it [needs it like water]. Without it, the sadness she created would disappear She needs her tears. The suffocation that slowly takes over. The numb feeling inside. She's the one with the red dress on. See that girl? She's the one you've been dreaming of. Look familiar? I bet she does [but only in your fantasies]. I hope you can look past her. I hope you can see me [screaming on the inside].

Reviews

[ron]

I like this one. You have told of a beauty that is inside but invisable to all who just stare at the out side of a person.

[youngwriter222]

What a great poem, I really felt something. Reality hurts sometimes.
Great job

[An owl on the moon]

Brilliant. Fierce emotion of what we are and what we wish we were; grappling for life. Your last paragraph is such a powerful summation of the world, torn by images we see and the deeper reality of who we really are. Well done...