Heya to all of you people who love reading out there! Just a short poem. I had the idea in English ,I was supposed to be writing a story:) now every one's finishe theirs and I haven't started. Never mind enough rambling ( I could go on all night ) Enjoy and please review :)
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Here I sit alone.
I sit alone, living with ridicule.
Learning to condemn.
Hiding away behind a mask.
The woman behind shall never be seen
by a soul on this earth.
The guard comes down piece by pice
and tears threaten to fall.
I sit up straight but the child inside
curls in to a ball.
The rain, an unwelcome stranger
pounds harsh against the stone.
Tears sting, I blink, they fall over and over again.
They stroke my cheek, a guilty red mark.
I'm alone in blissful solitude.
Fiercely, quickly I wipe my tearstained face.
It's time to rise. I have no duty to myself.
My duty is to them.
Sorry, not really any rhyme :) I wanted it to be disjointed because Constance is crying. Maybe this deserves a review?
