She was told she didn't matter,
And her feelings were all wrong,
She frowned when told to smile,
And was never happy for long,
But what they never really realized,
Is that it didn't matter what she would do,
She would always try her best at things,
And see every problem through,
She pondered every star,
While dreaming of new lands,
Painting every color,
And hatching new plans,
They never saw beyond the smile,
Or the simple phrase "I'm Fine",
The many spoken pleasantries,
Were perceived as only a dull whine,
For behind each brittle smile and cursory glance,
Was a hunger for a life with more,
A life with adventure and love,
A place where her emotion she could pour,
So as she lays awake each night,
And stares up and the starry sky,
Her face is filled with dreams serene,
While holding not a single lie.
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Author:
Spitfire (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 27th, 2018 02:28
- Comment from author about the poem: I know some people can relate to this poem
- Category: Fantasy
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Comments3
Very good write, we must all be true to ourselves and if others have problems seeing you for what you are it is their problem, not yours.
Thank you Goldfinch, you are right it is their problem
Very good rhymes, this is a relatable poem. Wonderful. You are true to yourself and it is apparent.
Why thank you Christina! I strive to stay true to myself even if it's not always easy because I think it's one of the most important things anyone could do.
Lovely gentle poem you have created. It flows very well and is so nice to read.
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