How This Tough Girl Wept

How This Tough Girl Wept

A Poem by Jaja Reigns

She's not friendly

She's snob

She's irascible

She hates damsel in distress so she fought in her own.


They think that she's strong

They think that she's bossy

They think that she's easily get pissed

They think she's warfreak

But in within, She's  worried

She's hurt

She's scared

She's broken

But no one cares


She got bullied when she's 12.

They slapped her

They make fun of her

They took her money

They laugh everytime she cries.


That's her dark past that no one knows

She learned from that so her courage grows

She experienced a lot

So she became matured enough

She hates voicing out her anger

Coz she dont want to unleashed the devil inside her

But they pushed her in her limit

So She confront her enemies but no one back's her up


She never wished to be protected by someone

All she wished was someone who cheers for her

Someone who wants to know her

Someone who can be comfortable with her


She protects them but no one protects her

She stands by their sides but no one stands for her.

She helps them in simple ways but no one appreciates it

She's trying to change but no one noticed it


In her hard times, no one ask why

In her down days, no one tell her that its okay

She's strong outside but she's vulnerable inside

She used to fake her attitude so she's confused about the real her


She's good in lying

She's better in hiding

She's best in pretending

That's why no one knows how this tough girl wept her tears

© 2019 Jaja Reigns


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Added on January 19, 2019
Last Updated on January 19, 2019
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Jaja Reigns
Jaja Reigns

Pasig, NCR, Philippines



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23 years old writer. The first poem I wrote was for my father who died. I decided to write what I feel. I just write the words that came from my mind. I can’t believe that it becomes an art, a.. more..

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