Her Story
Okay, so I'm going to think for a moment,
this will be somewhat like the letter I sent.
I'm a sad, depressing person,
but I'll brighten it up by the time I'm done.
I've been alone for so long,
and I've always had to be strong,
but let's get this straight,
I'm hidden behind this gate.
I'm not the girl you see,
actually, you haven't seen the real me.
I'm a real bright girl,
but was ruined by this world.
I had hopes and dreams,
that were later turned into seams.
I used to shine so bright,
but then I met fright.
I became afraid of the world,
thinking they wouldn't like this girl.
So I kept myself locked up,
like a chained up pup.
I never let anyone see,
what I really could be.
I hide myself
from everyone else.
I've turned away from the real me,
so now depressed is all I'll ever be.
This mask is getting close,
as the real me goes.
She's walking away
from his evil ways,
but she left her body,
left to be acting naughty.
She looked back,
and noticed what her body lacked.
She had to go,
she didn't really want to though.
She helped herself find herself again,
and soon it all went away, the pain.
She was no longer depressed,
instead was impressed.
She shines so bright,
and is strangers with fright.
She's the happiest girl,
there ever was in the world.
Copyright © Ana Jusino | Year Posted 2013
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