shayla-nguyen - Hello Poetry

there was once a girl, she was happy and confident. never cared about her looks. her smiles were ever so bright, while her eyes shine like stars. beginning of 8th grade everything changed. she's snow obsessed over her looks spending hours on hair and makeup. never believed anyone who called her pretty. now, her smiles aren't as bright as before. her eyes still shine but they shine with tears. not tears of happiness nor tears of sadness but tears of disappointment she thought that she would never be good enough. yet she kept a smile on her face, even though she was breaking inside. because no one cares unless you're pretty or dying.

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Apr 27, 2013

Apr 27, 2013 at 11:03 AM UTC

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there was once a girl, she was happy and confident. never cared about her looks. her smiles were ever so bright, while her eyes shine like stars. beginning of 8th grade everything changed. she's snow obsessed over her looks spending hours on hair and makeup. never believed anyone who called her pretty. now, her smiles aren't as bright as before. her eyes still shine but they shine with tears. not tears of happiness nor tears of sadness but tears of disappointment she thought that she would never be good enough. yet she kept a smile on her face, even though she was breaking inside. because no one cares unless you're pretty or dying.

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ever been confused? confused with who you are on the inside? i confuse myself more than anything. i haven’t figured out my personality, or who I want to be. i guess in both ways i'm the moon and the sun. a phrase which only means i'm completely different from who I actually am. i could be the thunder and lightning in a thunder storm. or I could be the rays of sunshine. sometimes i could even be as violent as a tornado. this confuses other people as well as me. maybe this is who i actually am, or it could just be a phase. who knows?

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Apr 27, 2013

Apr 27, 2013 at 10:58 AM UTC

the Moon & the Sun

ever been confused? confused with who you are on the inside? i confuse myself more than anything. i haven’t figured out my personality, or who I want to be. i guess in both ways i'm the moon and the sun. a phrase which only means i'm completely different from who I actually am. i could be the thunder and lightning in a thunder storm. or I could be the rays of sunshine. sometimes i could even be as violent as a tornado. this confuses other people as well as me. maybe this is who i actually am, or it could just be a phase. who knows?

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there was once a girl she sat at the back of the room. quiet and always smiling at the books in her hand. always wore big sweaters and wore 6 bracelets up her right arm. she had brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. her eyes were bright and her smiles were bright too. she was very pretty, but not what popular girls consider pretty. i asked her one day, "why are you so quiet?" she replied, "i don't like my voice" i left it at that. i was hesitant but i asked another question. "why do you always wear bracelets up one arm?" she looked at me not angrily nor sadly then she said, "some things are meant to be hidden" it was like she was building up a wall. she finally said, "i don't think i'll be here tomorrow" out of curiosity, i asked "why not? i like seeing you here" she didn't answer instead she packed up her books and left. the next day she came. she had a new sweater and i noticed six less bracelets she took a glimpse at me and smiled. it gave me a warm feeling in my heart. a feeling i can't explain. and that's when i realized i couldn't explain her either.

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Apr 26, 2013

Apr 26, 2013 at 7:34 PM UTC

Un - Explainable

there was once a girl she sat at the back of the room. quiet and always smiling at the books in her hand. always wore big sweaters and wore 6 bracelets up her right arm. she had brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. her eyes were bright and her smiles were bright too. she was very pretty, but not what popular girls consider pretty. i asked her one day, "why are you so quiet?" she replied, "i don't like my voice" i left it at that. i was hesitant but i asked another question. "why do you always wear bracelets up one arm?" she looked at me not angrily nor sadly then she said, "some things are meant to be hidden" it was like she was building up a wall. she finally said, "i don't think i'll be here tomorrow" out of curiosity, i asked "why not? i like seeing you here" she didn't answer instead she packed up her books and left. the next day she came. she had a new sweater and i noticed six less bracelets she took a glimpse at me and smiled. it gave me a warm feeling in my heart. a feeling i can't explain. and that's when i realized i couldn't explain her either.

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