Behind my smiles
My past does lie...
*Feeling confused at the time*
Speak to me, my precious...
I wish to be the ocean waves
that hush you to sleep at night...
Tell me who I am
Because I can't find my self tonight...
She sits in silence unable to talk,
but her eyes scream out the truth...
I cant take this hurt
so now i will slowly insert...
If you look at me I'll say I'm fine
Though it's a lie most of the time...
I could tell you I was hurt
But that wouldn't say enough...
**This poem is a stanza by stanza conversation...
My razor blade so small and shiny...
The quiet seeps through as it calms my nerves
Quickly I counter what purpose this serves...
In this classroom i sit alone
away form others, on my own...
"Jesus loves you," they tell me
And I know it's true...