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Jennifer Part 3

She has so much pain inside of her, she doesn't know how to address it. So she turns the pain into anger, after she explodes, she becomes quiet. She goes up to her room, upset. Why does the world hate her so? She thinks to herself, “That’s it!” But in reality, it isn't though. She lies on her bed, Pulls out her book and reads. As she turns the pages, she loses her head, In her mind, she thinks “This is what I need.” A place to escape the world, Somewhere she can run. For it seems everyone hates this girl, And nothing she does is fun. She plays her cello And loses herself in the music She does this when she feels low Then she plays the song of her pick She listens to the beat she makes, Trying to make it sound perfect, But oh, she keeps making mistakes, She thinks that she will never get it. She leaves the cello alone And watches her shows She then grabs her phone And tells her best friend the show as it goes. She leaves the TV on, Then she enters her laptop. She stays on till dawn, She just can’t seem to stop. She loves the idea of leaving the real world And entering an imaginary one. That’s the story of the girl, Who is never done.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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