Inside the Mind of a Broken Girl
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She sits in the front, smiling,
Seeming like she is happy and attentive.
However, in reality, she is broken.
No one notices, though,
Blind to her intense pain.
For she hides it well,
Making herself hard to read.
She doesn't want people's pity,
Or their saying, "It's ok!"
It's not okay, it never will be.
Because, she's broken.
Doesn't know what a true smile is,
Only a fake smile. A bravado.
Forgotten what love feels like,
Has no idea what true friends are.
She want to love, but is afraid.
Afraid of having her already tattered
Heart torn to pieces.
Too many times has that happened.
Having to bend down and pick up all the
Jagged, jigsaw-like pieces and put them
Together again.
She's broken.
Love evading her like the plague.
She wonders what is so wrong with her...
Even though she knows her every flaw.
She's too ugly.
Too stupid.
Unlovable.
Unbearable.
Lonely by nature.
Misunderstood.
Hated and...
Unwanted.
She would name a bunch more,
But she shys away from talking about herself.
Mainly her problems, for fear of being pitied.
She's so broken.
People say horrid things about her,
That she's useless, worthless and a waste of time and space.
She believes them, every word.
She doesn't want to be a burden to anyone any longer.
She want to just end the misery, but can't.
Some people say that she is wanted,
However, their actions tell her otherwise.
She can't come to a conclusion...
Therefore, she is and always will be...
Broken.
<br>
She sits in the front, smiling,
Seeming like she is happy and attentive.
However, in reality, she is broken.
No one notices, though,
Blind to her intense pain.
For she hides it well,
Making herself hard to read.
She doesn't want people's pity,
Or their saying, "It's ok!"
It's not okay, it never will be.
Because, she's broken.
Doesn't know what a true smile is,
Only a fake smile. A bravado.
Forgotten what love feels like,
Has no idea what true friends are.
She want to love, but is afraid.
Afraid of having her already tattered
Heart torn to pieces.
Too many times has that happened.
Having to bend down and pick up all the
Jagged, jigsaw-like pieces and put them
Together again.
She's broken.
Love evading her like the plague.
She wonders what is so wrong with her...
Even though she knows her every flaw.
She's too ugly.
Too stupid.
Unlovable.
Unbearable.
Lonely by nature.
Misunderstood.
Hated and...
Unwanted.
She would name a bunch more,
But she shys away from talking about herself.
Mainly her problems, for fear of being pitied.
She's so broken.
People say horrid things about her,
That she's useless, worthless and a waste of time and space.
She believes them, every word.
She doesn't want to be a burden to anyone any longer.
She want to just end the misery, but can't.
Some people say that she is wanted,
However, their actions tell her otherwise.
She can't come to a conclusion...
Therefore, she is and always will be...
Broken.
