The faceless girl
wanders silently
down the street.
Her cold, dark heart
beating slow.
She avoids eye-contact
because eyes are the
windows to the soul-
or so she has been told.
The faceless girl
doesn't wish to love
or feel love,
for fear of breaking
hearts.
Or is it because
she's afraid of
her own heart being broken?
They all stare,
because they don't really
care about her.
All they see are
her outward features,
and that is not enough.
Oh, if they only knew
how she felt.
How she is there-
but not really there.
The faceless girl
wanders silently
down the street.
Her eyes stay low,
afraid of what
she might see.
I know how she feels,
because this girl,
this faceless girl,
is really me.
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Author:
Kohara (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 28th, 2016 08:22
- Comment from author about the poem: I have such mixed feelings, all the time. People never actually see me for who i really am. They only see the outside, because thats all they want to see.
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Comments5
THANK YOU KOHARA ~ For a very elegant but also very sad poem. It is true PEOPLE ~ only look suoerficially at our outward appearance and never really know us. .GOD LOOKS ON THE HEART ~ He sees the real YOU and the real ME and HE LOVES US. ! When we are in touch with GOD the real ME & YOU ~ shine out and others see us differently ! Thinking of you and Praying for you ~ LOVE BRIAN XOX Please check my poems ~ Thanks B
Beautiful inside and out.
Great write
emotional.
Our body language lets others know whether we are interested in being approached or not. Sometimes we are unaware that we say one thing but the body is saying something else. You are putting you experiences to words.
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