She gazed in the frosted glass
Thinking she has no class
Red rimmed her tear filled eyes
Her life filled with lies
One's she had told
Few knew any truth
Her heart had never felts so cold
She was her own teenage sleuth
With a shattered youth
A smile that never quite reaches her eyes
A thousand unspoken cries and sighs
Her eyes fill with self hate
As she closed mind's steel gate
And went on yet another nights date
Throwing her life to the fates
Thinking no more of the frosted glass
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what do you think this is really about?
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Wonderfully written
I think its about a beautiful teenager looking at herself in the mirror ,but only seeing what she thinks others see her ,maybe trying to live up to others expectations.A very sad but great read.
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I like the rhyme and rythem you've got going here, and your tale tells a tale of so many while growing up. Then one day we turn around, it's a year or two later, and we can't believe we ever thought we had no class!!!
Of course we had class, it was just tempered due to imaturity at the time
Oh well, at least we had fun
I like this, it gets to the heart of matters and it's very well written
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thanks for the comment
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A pretty cool little poem here. Kinda confusing as to keeping track of whats going on though. Guess she is just looking at herself as you describe the character? Anyways very good description on the feelings that go through ones mind in a depressed state. Good write. Thanks for entering. Gook luck!
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loved it!
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Hi ruthie fallen angel
I think this is about someone that found out something and it shattered her Now she is doing things she really don't want to be doing but someone how thinks this is the way it is Im just guessing this poem is really good Writing is a great way to get your feelings out
Please keep writing, reading and commenting
Barbara
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