Count 1,2,3
Hold my breath,
Try too hold back
My true feelings on the inside,
Keeping track of every second,
Of every night,
You try too stop my actions but you can't change my feelings,
Every day
1,2,3
I brace myself for the day,
1,2,3
Getting ready for the judgement of the day,
1,2,3
Focusing on my priorities,
1,2,3
Leave too the prison cell,
1,2,3
Gets pushed through the doors,
1,2,3
Gets tripped falls too the ground,
1,2,3
Brushes of the graze,
1,2,3
Has a fake smile on her face,
1,2,3
Falls apart in life,
1,2,3
Nobody comes too her rescuing she's left all alone nobody too help her nobody for her too talk too nobody just nobody everybody has somebody she has nobody the girl with the prettiest smile nobody knows it's fake,
Nobody knows her true feelings she trusts nobody all she needs is a friend but nobody cares for her absolutely nobody,
She’s left too fend for herself,
Always getting pushed around unappreciated nobody notices her scars except for the ones who don’t care.
The moral of this poem is,
Everyone has a back story everyone has secrets but not all of them are so bright some are dull and boring, some are very happy and filled with riches but the depressing,sad suicidal backstories are the stories that never get told.
Take a stand too be more caring and cooperative in the big world that we live in. Be kind too one and other, treat everyone fairly.
Treat others how YOU want too be treated.
