The Anonymous Poet

She was armed to the teeth with just a pen and a pad She was loaded like a spring with just her thoughts in hand With a burning passion, she furiously wrote Her deep-rooted feelings had been abruptly provoked A battleground of truth and bitter words combined There were deep cut wounds that clouded her mind Emotions emerged from where she couldn't hide To remember her battle scars killed her inside So much pain in her heart, so much burden it had Her tears swept most of the words on the pad She always wrote, but no one listened, no one cared Her beautiful verses were always left unknown and unshared Such powerful words for her timid demeanor and poetic spark as for her brilliant mind, it would be forever left in the dark Found next to her cold body was a letter dampened by tears if only she had been listened to by friendly ears As for the message found, just the last line could be read: "But no one ever knew, no one will ever know what I've said!"