June 10, 2009
By Mei Bess BRONZE, Raleigh, North Carolina
Mei Bess BRONZE, Raleigh, North Carolina
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There are so many train wrecks in this world
So she decides to hide that bleak fragile girl
She sustains her resemblance of assurance and elation
Helping others to get through their despondent situation
She hopes to one day find a friend truly she can trust
Someone who will be there and wont leave her in the dust
A friend who wont disparage her, like her mother does
cause even when there’s no limo, she wont mind riding the bus
She refuses to shed tears, because tears are for the weak
She hides behind a buoyant mask though at times she is meek
Her reality is disappointing though she regrets nothing in her life
She just wakes up living day to day regenerating a foreign blithe
She walks around with confidence and strives to be a southern belle
For what good would it do to live expecting everything to be “on the nail”
She plans out all of her future because it’s the life she desires
Trying to avoid obstacles her life often acquires
She can never get enough rest due to her constant analytical thinking
But each one she overcomes leads to that brittle girl shrinking
Every time she opens her heart she finds a reason for it to close
She doesn’t question it, she just figures, that’s the way it goes
Once a week her heart cries out and there’s never anyone to hear it
People just look at her and see a brainiac or a possible merit
She hasn’t been in a serious relationship and people act as if she doesn’t feel
She wishes everyone would just wake up and help her so that she too can heal
Month to month she represses those emotions, they ball up and a piece of her dies
It’s said to be unhealthy, but who cares, as long as it’s unseen in her eyes
In her room she gets lost in the music, and it gradually takes her away
It fills her with a unreal mental state that gets her through the day
She doesn’t have some stupid story to tell, she just wants someone to care
Turning to her shows and monologues to escape her living nightmare
Her melancholy is shoved in a closet and it fights to work it’s way out
When it finally does her eyes become like a swollen acidic water spout
Others think that because she’s well off that she has no reason to be unhappy
If money could by someone’s affection she’d be glad to pay the fee
She’s saddened by those who don’t notice, she’s angered at those who don’t see
But because she wont tell anyone, most of all she’s angry at me

The author's comments:
This poem is a summary of events that have happened in my life and the life of others around me.

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