In my school,
is where her aptitude
was viewed
in grades,
and girls in heels,
leered in contempt,
and even attempt
to fake a smile
in her direction.
In my home,
is where her heart isn't,
where her own mother,
never forgets
to mind her own mess
and never asked
her reasons why
and fakes a smile
in her direction.
In my room,
is where a girl,
sits in front her mirror
who left this note
on the floor,
as she took too many pills,
finally peace fulfills,
and fakes a smile
in my direction.
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 9:43 PM UTC
In my school,
is where her aptitude
was viewed
in grades,
and girls in heels,
leered in contempt,
and even attempt
to fake a smile
in her direction.
In my home,
is where her heart isn't,
where her own mother,
never forgets
to mind her own mess
and never asked
her reasons why
and fakes a smile
in her direction.
In my room,
is where a girl,
sits in front her mirror
who left this note
on the floor,
as she took too many pills,
finally peace fulfills,
and fakes a smile
in my direction.
I wrote this when I was fourteen so forgive me ok
