Invisible
Contributed by
Insomniac
on
Saturday, 10th April 2004 @ 06:20:24 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Quiet outside, no one suspecting,
The adolescent child remaining restless,
Staring into space, homeless, frightened,
A sight to see her, ragged like a rag-doll to be,
Her needs unmet, her hair to her ankles.
She stares out into the darkness,
Her teeth chattering, her hands shaking.
Abandoned before even two, she seeks a savoir, but he's an unknown person.
Oh, say, can't you help the small girl?
Thirteen years later, she's standing outside a building,
In need, once again.
She's found a new interest in blades,
But it's become an addiction.
She's friendless, thus the pressure on herself becoming more hard to control.
She's staring at the girls crying over an unknown person lying on a bed, her eyes cold and restless.
Cool, aloof, and very arrogant, the girl stared pointedly at the couple holding hands.
She felt her emotions run wild, the deep scowl on her lips becoming deeper.
She was loosing her temper, her hands on her hips, glaring at them, orange hair sticking out wildly.
Wouldn't they notice her?
See past she was the way she was?
Or was she to remain invisible?
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2004-04-10 06:20:24] (Date/Time posted on
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