Delicate hands Showing her nerves Clasped, then released
Flawless ivory skin Conceals a marred soul, Billows of remorse
Windows to her grave thoughts Tainted with dark secrets That she will never tell.
It's a bit dark for me, but honestly I needed to get what I was feeling out or I was going to explode into tears and confusion in the middle of class. Update: I took the plunge and submitted this to my school's yearbook committee to be published din their annual literature magazine.... Gah! I'm finally in print!! Thanks so much to every one of you for the support!