the hidden stories are untold.
my own heart i don't hold.
it belongs to A boy that doesn't even care.
i often think its unfair.
the boy i used to let in my heart.
now makes me feel like I'm falling apart.
this broken girl has seen to many faces.
and heard to many words that she can only remember in traces.
the silence tends to help her cope.
but then again, sometI'mes it only helps her mope.
she wants to be famous.
she wants to be heard.
but the she thinks that dream is so absurd.
her heart is in her writing.
she holds back tears silently fighting.
she wants to show the people that they aren't the only one.
the number of people going through the same thing is a ton.
she believes in her writing and she cant stop writing more.
she doesn't even know what for.
she wants to make a living writing a poem or two.
she hopes someone makes her dreams come true.
she writes from her heart and never does she lie.
this girl is writing her life in these poems, this girl is I.