A Face
You look at me
But you don't see me.
I am more than a face
In this crowed place.
Or a girl with a crazy mind
Who hasn't lied.
You don't see past the conflicts
Or the arguments
Behind that invisible exterior.
You don't see past the quiet voice
Or the ever-present scars.
You don't see the reason,
You don't look for the rhyme.
Of the messed-up little girl
Trying to grow-up
To move past forward in time.
Trying to evade the jeers,
And escape her fears.
Okay, I've been an author on fanfiction for a few weeks now and I've gotten a few hits on my in-progress Knives and PEns but I haven't gotten any comments on any of my work. So for the people who actually enjoy, or not, my work I'm asking you to please leave a few comments, to see if there is any way that I can improve or change anything. I've written a few poems and still no comments. So PLEASE be kind and leave something, and it doesn't even have to be nice (but I would appreciate it if it was). :)
-Nyx35