Figment of Her Imagination

She hides behind the sickness,
so the real pain won’t hurt so bad.
She realizes she’s the only witness.
Her life is her own sketch pad.
She draws her life like she dreams it.
But why does she dream in nightmares?
The girl in the foreground is playing piano,
while the girl in the background just stares.
Autumn leaves are falling, she can smell them;
brown, orange, red, and yellow, she can hear.
She’s gone away till there’s blood on her thumb.
She never holds back her tears.
Something is keeping her holding on,
yet something is pulling her away.
She feels like a lot of people want her gone,
though she knows others want her to stay.
Her green eyes show a sea
of uncontrollable sadness,
of anger and hate and misery,
of foolishness, harm, and malice.
The ones that love her, she pushes away,
though she’s not the only one to blame.
“It’s hard to love the girl,” they say,
but love her they must, just the same.
“When I’m where I want to be, I’ll be happy,”
that’s what she keeps on saying
but in honest to God reality,
happiness is a figment of her imagination

Reviews

[Brandon]

I really love all the imagery in this. It was so well envisioned that I could see it in my mind like a short film or something. You've got quite a way with words. I think one of my favorite parts about your poetry is it seems to have substance. There is always something real or...true I guess? It's hard to explain. But most of the "poets" on here just vomit back lines they've heard over and over in songs or whatever. But your poetry always seems like it came from you yourself and from actual feelings. Maybe I'm wrong and you're just better at repeating song lyrics than everyone else. =P
Either way, great job!