I knew a girl in middle school.
She was talented, and funny, with beautiful eyes you could look into forever ,
But she was cruel, mean, and an endeavor of a person.
I knew a girl in middle school, she wasn't very nice, no not at all.
Wanting to fight, wanting to scream, wanting to bite.
I knew a girl in middle school, she broke my heart,
It hurt every day, every night, and she made it bleed so much, it was quite a fright.
I knew a girl in middle school, her name was something she hated
If you spoke it, she'd get upset and berate you.
I knew a girl in middle school, who felt way too much,
She clawed at her skin in hopes of digging her way into her heart, and removing the way she loved.
I knew a girl in middle school, who once I thought was mean,
It turned out she was misunderstood, miserable and unseen.
I knew a girl in middle school, who didn't dress quite right,
She hid in her clothes, hid her eyes, and stayed to herself, she wasn't alright.
I knew a girl in middle school, and I realized why she was so ready to duel,
For her name was not her own, and her life had been
Awfully cruel.
I knew a girl in middle school, but she was never a girl, was she?
She was just a person, lost at heart, who I've pulled from the collapsed ruble of their heart.
I knew a girl in middle school,
Who I had hated.
Now I know a person, all grown up,
whos old self they vacated.
I know a person, their name is the same as mine,
I know a person, whos now doing fine.
I know a person, and that person is me.
I know a person, who finally is who they want to be.
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DI ☆゚
This is such a pretty poem and im so happy you found peace with yourself <3
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