Frozen

September 4, 2011
By Lauren_Secrist BRONZE, Waukesha, Wisconsin
Lauren_Secrist BRONZE, Waukesha, Wisconsin
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Crowded by people,

some are so alone.

They sit in their chair,

frozen from it all.

They think to themselves,

how nobody cares about them...

their tears, their scars, their frozen life.

They cry in the night,

and smile in day,

Praying that nobody,

will notice the way,

They squeeze their hands to stop the tears,

or the way their eyes are full of all fears.

Their face is fake,

and so are they.

A frozen life is what they lead.

But their mask,

will never last,

As people start to see,

the person they try not to be.


The author's comments:
I was bored one day and so I decided to write a little poem about what first came to mind. It was winter and the window in front of me was frozen with ice and it gave me the idea. Hope you like it!

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