HIDDEN TRUTH

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Pale,

No tears,

No emotions

 

Stiff,

Standing still,

Occasional smiling,

Frequent hiding

 

She had built herself,

And broke down her walls

 

But all those who came running in,

Were simply the wrong kind of people

 

They told her she was worthless,

They avoided her like a diseases,

And they only needed her,

When they needed someone to look down upon and to despise,

They taught her to hate herself,

And she accepted it

 

She tried to be strong,

But deep down she knows,

The strength she tries to show,

Is a mask for depression,

That she thinks will be her ruin

 

She wants to fight,

Yet she asks herself,

‘How many times,

Will I have to say,

I’ll put on a fight,

Just one more time’

She Needed a Help

Hands-Drowning-Sea

She was silent,

But screaming inside

 

They knew something was wrong,

But they never reached out

 

The memories,

Stuck in her head

 

What she never expected,

Had happened to her

 

She blamed herself,

Yet she never knew why

 

And when she opened up to her friends,

She became disappointed

 

They laughed in disbelief,

Wondering how she acted

 

To them it was funny,

Because she looked like a quiet weak girl

 

To them it was a joke,

Because some things would never happen to girls that look like her

 

She felt like she was drowning,

But people just stared at her while she did

 

Every second was a reminder,

Of the horror she had gone through

 

But she kept it to herself,

And her part of her crushed everyday

 

Simply because,

Those around her judged her

 

Simply because,

To them,

She was not the type to be hurt no violated

 

To them,

No one was interested in a quiet girl

 

To them,

The quiet ones never got hurt

 

Years have passed,

But she still wishes

 

That she would have had a helping hand,

A shoulder to lean on,

A hand to wipe her tears,

A hand to raise her face up,

Every time it looked down in sorrow

 

But the bitter reality was that she had to be there for herself

 

Labelled

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Her story,

One that has been said a million times,

Pretty much a cliché to the world,

Her story,

One that makes the society label her,

Her story,

Often told in a world that brands her,

‘Ugly’, ‘Stupid’, ‘Walks like a dog’, ‘Eats like a cat’,

She was bullies,

She was looked down upon,

She felt worthless,

She grew up not knowing herself,

Because society had already defined her,

So it stuck to her,

But she tries to fight it,

But it holds on to her