the girl

lately one of my friends has been suffering fom gossip and cruel intentions put upon her by people that my friend doesnt even know. this is an ode to all of the verbaly abused people in the world

The Girl



Everyone knows the girl, who sits alone in her darkened corner,

Where the wall paper slowly peels downward in curling strands,

Uncovering the cold concrete below.

A girl who’s curved spine hunches over her slender frame

Hiding her face behind a long, black, forest of hair

Draping loosely across her shoulders,

Like a wilted flower

A girl who wears insecurities over her budding features,

as a veil

While she shields herself from human contact

Paralyzed by societies cruel whispers

Compressed by their oppression

Into a mere shadow of herself

A diluted image, faded over time.

They continue to taunt her

As if to test her tolerance

Luring her into their cold, sinful arms

a beast enticing its prey

in vain, they await a climactic outburst of rage

So that their conceited mouths can form new, malicious words

Which engrave themselves into her juvenile mind

And tear into her tender skin, their venomous talk spreading throughout her
veins

Until They demolish every last fragment of hope,

That she still holds close to her warped heart

Every effort, fruitless

Living in the shadow of all humanity

Nature’s irreversible mistake
 

Author's Note

lately one of my friends has been suffering fom gossip and cruel intentions put upon her by people that my friend doesnt even know. this is an ode to all of the verbaly abused people in the world

Reviews

[Picture of Poetry]

WOW! That is deep, and you have given such a vivid discription too. You gave life and a personality to "that girl". This is a great write. :))

[nightmask]

i think you just described me lol :)

[nightmask]

I really love it great details!!!!!!

[Lexy]

I think every person deals with this. The way you want your words to be "perfect"(which nothing ever is), it really shows. Your words convey your hatred... anger.