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Once upon a time,
there lived a happy girl.
She smiled at all
and brought joy to the world.

But then she got older
and chemicals reacted in her mind.
The dark thoughts that plagued her
made it hard to be kind.

She still wore a smile,
but that smile was just for show.
The feelings locked inside her
continued to fester and grow.

She stayed in her tower
and vowed never to come down.
Who could ever love a girl
whose smile wore a frown?

Doomed to live in her own gloom
and sure she should be alone,
she sat in silence and in darkness
even when around her bright lights shone.

Sometimes she thinks she really should
get up and join the fray once more,
but the energy it takes to do so
keeps her rooted to the floor.

She wishes she were surrounded by dragons
so that a handsome knight in armor
would steadfastly slay them,
for that would be simpler.

Who knows how to save a girl
from herself?

Surely not her.
Ivy
Flowers
bloom and grow
when my vines
twine around you.

You are steady,
always ready
to bring
me in.

You help me
reach
for the sky
and heavens
above.

You're good for me,
good to me,
but
I'm slowly
killing
you.
Forgive me.
I gasped but only your voice went in
After the lies I'd told like magic
Emptied themselves as marbles
On the hard wooden floor
I collected myself
With my hands
Dropping the hope
I had been holding on to
Ambiguity ripped open
A line between my heart and chin
I gasped and only the truth went in
I'm afraid to be here
At home all alone
When the man in the dark
Could be roaming so close

I'm afraid to be here
After last night
When the man in the dark
Gave me a fright

I'm afraid to be here
With eyes open wide
If the man in the woods
Is lurking outside

I'm afraid to be here
Tell me why did he come
Look up at my window
Hiding for fun

I'm afraid to be here
Without my best friend
Who witnessed him too
Sent our minds in a bend

I'm afraid to be here
Tell me how does he know
The best way to creep
To see my window

I'm afraid to be here
Tell me why was he here?
A chancer, a pervert
A stalker I fear
© Karen L Hamilton, February 2016
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