Peacefully Hidden

                


























Walking gracefully
Failing to make a scene
Heartfelt lies leaving me
Not once comparing
The sadness on ones face
Judging so quickly
I was worse off anyways

Little girl
Her parents never cared
They didn’t want her
They left her there
Everyday is a struggle
To fend for herself
She didn’t choose this
She had nobody else

Younger boy
In his teens
Black hair dye
Eye liner scheme
Inside his mind
He is wanting to die
You would never once notice
Do you look in his eyes

Poet to some
To most she’s a geek
Dreaming a dream
Within a dream
She’ll never be anything more
Nothing she writes will anyone adore
Falling apart
Tangled in this web
Full of hatred
Her only way of harnessing it

Mother of two
Pregnant teen
No less of a person
A w***e she must seem
Pointing fingers
The stop and stare
“what a life,
Your w***e-ish ways have taken you there”
If only they knew
This wasn’t true
There is more to her
Than me or you

Twenty years old
He’s made his plea
Running from something
Fighting to flea
Hiding images
He forged in his head
What would he have done
If he were his friends
Endless confusion
Tied into this knot
Holding on to something
That must be taught

So many stories
Eyes love to tell
Hold them back
Your heart starts to wail
Let it in time
Be written on your face
Let others know
Who owns your day
You are not you
If your running away
Stand up and fight
It will all fade away

Hiding stories
Most become truth
Spiders spin webs
To hide them from you
Look at me now
Do you see who I am
Or do you see
What is hiding within

Author's Note

When you judge, point your finger or look at somebody indirectly, do you know the truth behind why they are they way they are, Do you have any idea why they are this way? Or do you whisper sweet nothings until they are gone so you can just talk about them in your normal voice again?

Reviews

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Truth penned here. Everyone has a story and we do not have all the facts. This made me think of how sometimes I just stop and look around at people and realize they have problems just like me, secrets, dreams and hurts. I wonder what is going through their minds and if they are happy or scared. This is a wonderful write Ali

[RedInk524]

True, people often underestimate the importance of the so called common face. Every one of them has a story. Faces are more than just face, and how you behave towards them, kindly or cruelly, makes a bigger difference beneath the skin than one can at first glance fathom.

"Be kind, for everyone is fighting a hard battle" Plato

[CharlesMonroe]

I love this...it's so much like me. It's beautiful Ali, great job (: