They don't know her
They only think they do
They know why she cries
why she smiles
why she hides
They all think they know her
They don't even know her dreams
They don't even know her real voice
They don't even know what she really looks like
They dont even know her feelings
They wanna get close to her
But she won't let them
She's afriad of what she's become
A monster with the blade of
Death at her hand
There are reasons, always are
They way she's acting
is partly because of them
They don't even know
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Very good
Just a few typos:
Line 8: They don't even "know" her real voice
Line 13: She's "afraid" of what she's become
Line 14: A "monster" with the blade of
Line 17: "The" way she's acting
Great poem, it flows perfectly. It sounds as though it is a person speaking and not a premeditated monologue.
One last thing, lines 3-5, here's a suggestion (do with it what you wish):
"They know why she cries,
why she smiles,
why she hides,"
Punctuation or not, it's your choice. But don't change it too much or your poem might not retain the same meaning. ~Ľũčąś~
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