A Poem I Wrote
Tears fall down her face,
But nobody has a trace.
They don’t know what it’s like,
To feel like this on the inside.
The feeling of sorrow and sadness,
… Witch will soon turns into madness.
She says things when she is mad,
That make other people sad.
She can only lay and cry,
And wonder why.
But she picks herself up,
Before her mind errupts.
She puts a smile on her face,
And gives a smile to show her emabrace.
But nobody has a trace.
They don’t know what it’s like,
To feel like this on the inside.
The feeling of sorrow and sadness,
… Witch will soon turns into madness.
She says things when she is mad,
That make other people sad.
She can only lay and cry,
And wonder why.
But she picks herself up,
Before her mind errupts.
She puts a smile on her face,
And gives a smile to show her emabrace.
