A poem about what lies behind every sad face and every lost soul…
Behind every sad face
Behind every tear
Behind every disgusted look
As she see’s herself in the mirror
Is someone
Who made her this way
Someone
Who pounded it into her head
That she’s not okay
And you think that
Continuing this series of events
Is best for her
Because one day
She’s going to collapse
One day this life
Won’t be enough
When she’s dealt one to many blows
You slowly begin to crush
Becoming one with the ground
She will be heaven bound
Would you like that
Would you like it at all
If every night you sat and waited for some call
But the phone never rings
If you were in her mind
You would see horrible things
An empty heart
That just needs love
A wounded soul
Who never had a chance
But no
You willnever see
Because all you wanted
Was a short glance
One look just like she does every single night
Alone in the mirror
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