Pretty Girl.

Just another girl.
Hiding herself behind everything.
Anything.
Getting by.
Getting high.
Confused about everything.
Where she is.
Where she should be.
Why she feels the way she does.
Her parents know,
There's more than meets the eye.


A boy.

She knows.
She wants.
Can't have,
Can't touch.
He sees her staring.
A quick smile before he runs.
Never coming back.


She cries.

Alone.
Wanting.
Longing.
Not having.
So she runs.
Getting by.
Just to get high.
Alone.
Confused about everything.

Reviews

[Ally]

This is a beautiful poem.

[Philosophile. (Maddy)]

We're all "Just another's".
I've chased that faceless boy, too. I like this poem because I feel the emotion in it, and I declare poetry should be about emotion hurray! Good job.

[Dalaina Renee]

I think all of us girls have felt this way before! Good poem!