Do they see that she is barley holding ground Desperately holding to the bars, putting on the strong face But she really just wants to cry out loud
She has tired for three years trying to be cal, trying to be brave all the while holding back the tears
She can't hold on much longer and it pains me that they don't see The talk and act as if she dont mind But they cant be any wronger
Do they see the blacked covered eyes streaked with eyeliner once she finished crying on my shoulder
Do they see that all the hurt all their lies causes me to hate them as if they insulted me with ******
Do they see that it's stupid, dumb and awful to cause anyone to feel this way Do they see that it's stupid, dumb, and unlawful to cause anyone this pain
But i guess the don't see and carry on like nothing is wrong leaving her with the question
Do they see?
This poem was for a friend who was going through a ruff time. She read it and she liked it