She Adores the Silence

the story of a girl

She was eleven years old when

a boy called her ugly

and a girl called her stupid

and they made fun of her hair

and they told her she was weird.

And it wasn't long after that

that her mother began to favour

the word "disgusting";

and she didn't see her father anymore

and her brother was held in favour.

It wasn't so bad, see,

it had always been that way-

he was better than she was,

and she had raised him,

after all.

And she didn't really have friends

for a few years.

There was one,

but they didn't talk much.

Not anymore.

And she liked to act, and she liked to sing,

but no-one wanted to listen

or have her in a scene.

But she had this dream,

and she was bound to succeed!

Because she always did, even if

know one ever saw it.

But over time she began to fade

and she felt like giving in.

Time and time again.

Because she tried- oh, how she tried-

to be what she was supposed to be,

to feel as she was supposed to feel.

But a kid shouldn't raise a kid!

For she learned to care for her fellow man,

but nothing on how to love him.

So she didn't have a heart.

And she never had anyone,

never had the chance-

for if a mother can't love a child,

well, then who can?

But she was amazing, god,

she was gorgeous.

And talented and so full of intelligence.

But she couldn't see it,

for they told her she was wrong;-

but it's not her fault.

She tried to change for them,

time and time again,

but she couldn't-

too little, too late,

and too much damage.

And with time, things changed,

but she stayed the same;

and to this day

her scars remain.

But that's okay.

She's happier now, all by herself,

and she doesn't need

anybody else.

And why is that so sad?

Why is that so wrong?

There aren't always two parts

to every song.

And, besides,

she prefers to sing alone,

when it's quiet.

Oh, how she adores the silence.

And embraces the dark-

it makes her feel safe-

until she remembers she doesn't have a heart

and that everyone hates her.

And she tries not to care,

but you don't have to 

have a heart

to sometimes feel scared!

Scared that they're right

and that you're not worth a thing-

that because you are different 

you are also insane,

and damaged,

and worthless-

but none of that's true!

Yes, she is broken,

but so are you!

She's three parts shattered,

two parts

barely hanging together,

and we're all falling apart.

We're all a pair of shoes worn thin,

a plan gone wrong,

a sweater unraveling

because it was washed too long.

And she's the only one who sees it!

She sees all the scars but she can't stop the bleeding

and you look me in the eye

and tell me

you would still believe in God,

if you'd heard the things she's heard

or seen the things she saw.

She's not hopeless,

but she knows there's no hope.

And she doesn't wish or dream it,

she goes out and achieves it.

And she does the things

that no-one else will-

it may get steeper,

but she's always going uphill.

And that's a good thing!

Why wouldn't it be?

Because she will reach the top,

and when you're looking

at the whole world,

how can you be lost?

She believes it,

and she needs it,

and she won't let you impede it.

For to her it is truth 

what to you is naive,

and you're the crazy one

the way she sees it.

Because she'll stand in the street

and watch you walk by, holding hands

and she doesn't understand

understand how

or why.

Because no-one's ever loved her

and no-one ever will.

Because she doesn't have a heart.

But how do they think you earn one?

Yet how could she be with someone

when they could never understand

what it means to be alone?

For it is all she has ever known.

And it's who she is

and she doesn't want to change!

She doesn't want to be saved

from some danger you've

created in your brain!

Because you can't understand it,

see, she's fine!

She's perfect in her mind!

And she can't begin to explain it,

it's pointless,

you could never understand it

because she can care

and she can trust.

But she cannot love 

and she cannot be loved

because she hates to be touched.

Oh, she knows there's no heaven,

no such thing as a hell-

we all end up the same,

six feet underground.

And she knows it.

And it's true.

And it's not her fault-

there is nothing wrong with her.

Or you.

She was doomed from the start.

She never had a chance

to have a heart.

Author's Note

I like the poems that are stories and say a thing.
This is my effort to say a thing.

Reviews

[Sarah Nicole Nadler]

This gave me chills, so frightening and eerily an echo of modern society. Good message, well-written poetry.

[Wolfwind]

A wonderful put together story poem. I liked how it went more in depth the feelings than most poetry. I think if there was one suggestion I could make, it would be to either make it all in rhyming lines, or not at all... there were places that it rhymed and flowed wonderfully...then sections where the rhymes went away.. I thought that the rhymes may have been accidental?

In any case. I enjoyed this tale in poetry.

Aaron

[sally]

Oh my goodness! You wrote MY life story, my hurt, my abuse, my mother, my pain. It hurt it hit too close to home, you could have been writing my life story,
Beautiful job! The way you write, the style, it seemed almost to have a certain rhythm, a certain rhyme, almost a sweet cadence as I read it. I totally enjoyed reading your story/poem. Very sad, very lovely, the way you wrote it. ~smiles~ keep up the good work. (I don't think I could do in a lifetime, what you just did. Use your talent, don't waste it.)

[Rahul]

Omg...too long...lol :) but i liked this one great job, this could be my fav. poem...100/100

[SeaBreezes]

This is very, very long. I read it quickly and I like the poem, but try to make a short poem. Because long poems are just stories. I hope you find my review useful.

[astoundinglyattractive]

Thank you (:
However, this is, and was intended to be a story. The formatting is that of a poem, however, which is why I labeled it as such. Again, thanks (:

[Jordan Bryant]

I love that you tell a story and I think it's a beautiful story to tell. However, I would try to show more than you tell. In the beginning we are told that she was called weird but it would be interesting to see why and there were similar instances throughout the poem that would have benefited from a more "in scene" than "narrating" quality.

[astoundinglyattractive]

What's weird about her is that she likes to be alone, and quiet, and she doesn't want or need companionship. Additionally, I made a point to narration it. It's not about what she's done, it's about what's been done to her. It's about why she is, and what that is. This is why I worked so hard not to put action statements into it, but I understand what you mean. I suppose it is simply that these things weren't meant to be shown, because that wasn't the poems purpose.
Regardless, thanks for the review (:

[Jordan Bryant]

As long as everything is done with purpose, then you should feel good about it. It's very nice work.

[astoundinglyattractive]

Thank-you! (:

[Sylvana]

ugh dude your poetry is so good

[astoundinglyattractive]

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No you do beautiful things i heart them i heart you thank you for complementing me i deserved it m'dear