My poem.
Her Broken Christmas.
What happened to her?
This is so weird –
She doesn’t feel the magic on Christmas
Anymore.
Maybe she is a grown up
Already,
But under this makeup and tears
You can see what she really feels inside.
It’s hard to stay strong
when nothing’s right and
everything’s wrong.
She runs away feeling worthless.
It happens often.
You won’t see the truth in her eyes
Because of her charming smile.
You don’t even know her hidden fears and pain.
She wishes she had never dreamt at all,
It all is useless and won’t ever come true,
She knows.
She lost her faith in love.
You stabbed her in the heart.
Isn’t it enough?
People disappoint her,
and world is not perfect at all.
Only that teddy bear was there for her,
so she could hug it and cry to it and talk to it.
She always expects to lose.
If she talks and laughs too hard
It means she tries to forget
her loneliness and sorrow.
Well I am the girl
“who always smiled
even when her heart was broken
and
the one who could always brighten up your day
even if she couldn't brighten her own”.
And now I just want to be left alone
To cry.
