silent

February 26, 2009
By Anonymous

As i stare out my window
the rain pours down
squiggles on the glass
an endless map of my thoughts
Barren and empty
left with no emotion
i stun=mble through the maze
i call my life
when the sun goes down
you can find me
alone and distressed
confronting my tears
in a never- ending
torture
but when the sun is ip
i play the part of a happy girl
inside however
shes ripping herself apart
silently wishing for someone
to releive her
of this pain


The author's comments:
This poem i wrote when i was very confused on who i am and who i want to be. low and behold, i ended up revealing what i was feeling at the time

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