Annabelle
I know a girl,
That lives in the dead end of town.
She has thorns in her flower crown,
And is really broken deep down.
Itβs a shame that no one notices,
The tears in her eyes,
Or scars on her thighs,
But maybe they just donβt care.
She forces herself to keep smiling,
Even though she knows sheβs drowning,
And she might not be able to win,
But for now she is your selfie queen.
She has been going through a hard time,
Not everything is fine.
But itβs not a crime,
To take your time and cry.
She is failing at school,
And is also gossiped about.
Ignored by all the fools pretending to be cool,
Now tell me what youβve heard around.
Being this age is tough,
And from what Iβve heard America is rough.
But youβre gonna get older,
Soon high school will be over.
It is Hell,
I am going to agree.
But itβs not for long,
Soon youβll be gone and free.
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Comments
Great first entry kyriakos, bullying is just one of those things that I don't think will ever go away, as long as there are humans around.
Welcome to Cosmo.
Thank you! I completely agree...
spectacular write! Keep up the awesome posts!
Thank you so much :)
High school can be the worst I totally get it or even any place where lots of different people gather.
It's like a breeding ground for negative emotions and such.
An awesome first poem!
I hope you keep posting and I hope maybe the Cosmofunnel family can get you inspired and motivated to write more awesome amazing pieces that are probably already waiting in your head :)
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I think age and hormones also contribute to the fact that children start becoming so vicious. Thank you so much! I hope so too, I'm on the quest to find motivation and inspiration :)
WOW!! amazing poem! the way you write captures attention!! amazing!!
Thank you Ella for your kind words! :)
Sometimes the world around us,
can seem just a little cold,
like when we've found each other,Β
something vital was sold,
the strings that bind us together,
each person to another,
might tighten over time,
and then, slowly, start to smother...
I honestly love this!
Thought you might : ) A warm welcome to you, My Friend, may your roads lead you to warm sands.