
Another poem about my life.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry/Family - Words: 222 - Favs: 2 - Published: 09-24-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3060692
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Let The Girl Cry
She remembers the past
When she closes her eyes.
All the tears she never shed.
All the times they said she was fine.
When is it ok to cry?
You never let her in the past.
It hurt her inside.
Are tears so wrong
Shed by a child
Who's been so painfully wronged?
The soul of the child
Is torn in two
Wanting to cry
But wanting her parents' love, too.
"Don't cry."
The parents said.
"You're just a child. You have nothing to cry about."
What she felt, they said, was wrong.
And, for her, they know what's right.
So confusion set in and the girl's feeling, eventually, were gone
And numbness took their place.
That girl grew up feeling cold and dead
With not much to say
And a heart full of dread.
Someone, save the girl
From what her parents have done.
Someone, save the girl
Before she comes undone.
The girl, she fights
To get rid of the cold.
The girl, who only knows
What she's been told.
The girl seeks freedom
From those who made her feel dead.
Across the Pacific she'll go.
There, tears will be shed.
The girl's ally is hope
And her enemy is time
While she waits, she reflects on herself
And tries to find answers to her 'whys'.
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