The Girl, Jounal and a Wish

For the night was dark and creepy.

The girl sat alone in her room.

She scratched her pen in her journal,

Wishing people would understand.

But everyone already knew

She wasn't the person she pretended to be.

Reviews

[x]

Oh, I didn't know about this rule...
That you have to be a certain someone, a certain way and that is it.
Can't explore other dimensions of self....hmmm, interesting.

Thanks for posting...

[Brianna Brie]

Hey, its a short piece, but it made me stop and ponder. Who is this girl and all that she is?