she was a fallen angel
too cracked to be put back together
and too broken to even care
nobody knew that she was crying every night
and that her bubble was popping
nobody read the dark poetry
and nobody saw the twisted soul
all they saw were the straight A’s and the bright future
nobody saw what it took to get there
it had taken her happy life and marred it with
constant disapproval
and with constant comparison
why is he getting better grades than you?
why did she get first place?
at one point she just stopped caring
They saw her on the street
taking a long drag wearing the same clothes she used to frown upon
they looked at her with pity and wondered
what happened to the girl with straight A’s and a bright future?
Her pretty face was destroyed by piles of makeup
and all her memory was in the cupboard that had all the Jack Daniels
her trophies were somewhere in a stranger’s home; she had sold it
when she couldn’t pay rent
and all everybody asked was
what happened to the girl with straight A’s and a bright future?
maybe they’d get an answer if they had asked
what happened to her happy life and her spirit?
what happened to her pretty face and where’s her bible now?
but they never asked that
no they’d never asked that
so her happy life and her spirit were torn apart by a demon called hope
it had killed everything inside
and her pretty face has aged with wrinkles caused by piles of makeup
her bible was the guy on the corner
that sold the stuff that was killing her inside
but all they ever asked was
what happened to the girl with straight A’s and a bright future?
well, she had died
(h.l.)
i've written a lot of poems and never put them on here so this is an old one actually