Guys this was my first poem, I wrote it when I was little...so it may have many errors. Even though, my friend asked me to post this one...so here it is😅
The girl sitting by the window, watching sky clear,
Has learned not to show any tear.
She sits and weep quietly,
And tells herself silently:
"There is gonna be a day,
When there will be the end of this play.
Everytime you will see your face,
You will find success at it's pace.
You will not be feeling sad then
and see the tigress out of den."
Each time she says this to herself,
A new surprise pulls her back to itself.
Each time she tries to live her life,
Somebody tears her heart with a pointed knife.
She shows that she does not feel sad,
and for this each time her parents get mad.
For her mother lives far from her,
She does not know the warmth of a mother.
For her dad comes home late at night,
While she is already sleeping tight.
"What's the use of such a life" she says,
For she does not get the love for which she pays.
She just wish someday she could tell her tale,
To someone who on hearing does not go pale.
All her desire is here you see,
For this is who is she.
~Tris Scandal♡
