Not Such A Foolish Girl

Not Such A Foolish Girl

A Poem by Lydia

A dull white noise plays in my ears

Creating a barrier away from the panicked tears

Contemplating the same horrific things I have for years

The horror, the screams, and all the controlling fears

 

I do my best to block out all the unruly cries

Of injured people who were jolted and taken by surprise

You may reason that we all have our lows and our highs

But these are the wails of ones who have witnessed the demise

 

Of lives and belongings that they admire and adore

I can't even imagine having to step through my door

To find the ones I love laying lifeless on the floor

That's why I turned away, so I don't have to see it anymore

 

To some it might sound selfish or cowardly

But what can I do? Their lives have been shook so powerfully

I'm merely an immature girl who gets looked upon doubtfully

Whenever I try to help, so I put up my boundaries

 

The sounds of the families who cry at night

Will never bother the girl who nonchalantly flies her kite

"A kite?!," you exclaim. "How is that so in a world with no light?"

It's possible with an imagination so out of sight

 

So while everyone else is all tore apart

I maintain my innocence without even a slight broken heart

When they have given up, I'll have begun my fresh start

And no one will ever again force me to depart

 

So these are all the reasons that I took myself away

From the tragedies and catastrophes that plague my day

Because I will be stronger than the rest, and I won't fall prey

To the bribery of a perfect world, so cliche

 

I'll stand tall above the town that is burning in flames

I'll wittingly outsmart all of their foolish claims

You won't call me a stupid girl because I will have a name

You'll admire me because I'll be the only one who didn't fall for their manipulative games.

© 2012 Lydia


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Lydia, I can fully see how true to this you are. I feel, and have felt, very much the same way. This really speaks to me. I thank you so much for posting. Nicely felt out and said, my friend.

Posted 12 Years Ago



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