The Invisible Girl
I’m a ghost.
I’m invisible to most
Everyone.
No one cares. This is no fun.
I’m here but I’m not.
We’re taught
To prey on the weak.
Either that, or hide like the meek.
I’m a shadow of what I once was.
I’m the girl who cries alone.
The girl who no one knows.
I walk out each day looking strong.
But inside I’m a ticking time bomb.
Desperately trying to keep calm.
We don’t have long.
I try to warn my peers,
But of course, my voice is deaf to their ears.
I’m everything-- the ghost, the shadow, the ticking time bomb—all wrapped up in a pretty teenage girl’s body.
And the worst thing?
I’m not alone at all.
-Blackrose95
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