She thinks she sees it now,
yet she still wonders how.
How people could worship such a broken girl like her?
She looks at herself right now, She doesnt see whatwe see.
the voice echoing inside her head. 'I just cant see all the things you see in me.'
The things she knows she'll never be.
She hides the drowning girl in her smile,
she breaks their hearts,
With her hugs and kisses hiding the bitter bile,
trying to love, just playing the parts,
of a modern day masterpeice.
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They all seetheir perfect little girl,
Their baby, spreading her wings and flying,
Watching proudly as they see their flower unfurl.
She screams,desperate to finally be free of all they want her to be,
but theyve been making reality intotheir own fantasy,
for so long, they cant see her scars anymore,
they cant see her tears from behind the bars of their wants and desires,
She crashes, she burns,its impossible to put out these fires,
killing her, scarring her,she's desperate to escape her own self.
She says she does whatever she wants,
says she'sfree of what the world thinks.
But she finds herself trapped byher own selfishness,
she cant escape herself, she cant ever befree.
The fear to say no, the fear of losing what she wasted her whole life to find,
Her own shallowness scares her, its got her in its bind.
Her heart of gold, hidden behind pain, hidden inside the layers of brokeness,
the layers of her want for a love that she just cant find.
She hates herself, she hates everything she's lived for.
She hates beingafraid of whats still behind the door.
She says 'show me proof, show me its real.'
she's afraid of getting sucked up into just another person's dream deal,
another lie that sucks awayher emotions, all the emotionsshe wants to feel.
She wants to be real. Anything to feel.
She wrote her note, she left it on door,
There was nothing left she had to smile for,
she hugged her teddy-bear and said her goodbyes,
took her fairy wings out of the atticbox upstairs,
She decided she wasnt worth it to ask God for second tries.
So she flew away that day. -With - her -modern - day - masterpeice -smile- .
.:.With her modern-day-masterpiece smile.:.
[Just a poem i scribbled down a while back. All first drafts, nothing fancy or good ryming. I just picked it out of my journal. Maybe you'll likes it? I dont know. I kinda sux. Crappy i guess. But hey, what can i say? I gave it my best shot at making it better. Message/add me at my Myspace if you want to. =]. Pease. www.myspace.com/maiahbennett . Just so i know somebody likes it. Most people r too lazy too. =-] never too late to change, right? ]Did you like this poem? Write one of your own!
