What's her name?
The girl that mainly sits at the back
Always muttering and whispering to herself
A lone wolf, seperated from her pack
A mute like girl
Sitting at a corner as she quietly cries
Silent screams wanting to be spoken
Relieving pain through cuts hidden from the public eye
Like a deaf, like a blind
Ignoring everything around her
Not being affected by hate nor compliments
Expressing emotions through her arts and letters
What's her name again?
The girl that never speaks her mind
Spacing out from the stress and problems of everyday
But you know what though? Nevermind
It's not like she mattered anyway...
[End]
"Her Name"
By: MysticalGalaxy14
[9/11/18]
I dont know why I wrote this...
I had an idea and I went with it.
This was also made on my father's birthday. idk why I put that in but I did , so whatever.
I really like this poem. Especially how I ended it. It ended the way I wanted to, unlike most poems I do. Others I made without an ending in mind while others ended up having completely different endings than I intended it to have.
So I was really satisfied with how this turned out.
Hope you enjoyed!