Have you ever seen the girl with the boots? The ankle high dr. martens. The girl with the knee length Army green skirt? The one the billows in the breeze. Have you seen the girl with the black sweatshirt? The one with the to-long sleeves. Have you seen the girl with the hood over here head? The one with the blond hair flowing over here shoulders. Have you seen the girl with the glassy eye stare? The stare that makes you think she’s just not there. Most people say she to involved in herself to see things around her. I think she’s seeing everything, but her brains to over loaded to react. Some say she strange even disturbed. I think she’s fighting an inner battle, not of good or evil but of happiness or sorrow. Most say she’s distant. I say she’s to near to react. People near her say she’s happy. I say she puts up a front of happiness, but when she’s alone the sorrow consumes her, putting her mind into turmoil. Most stay away. I dare not come near. Most can’t hear these words. I can, because I’m right here, I’m her sorrowful thoughts, bending and twisting my way to the page. Have you ever seen the girl with the glassy eye stare? If you do, dare not to come near, for you might get a taste of the chaos right under the skin.
Infinite possibilities-A writer's guild
This is a writer's guild where all can gather for feedback and advice on all mediums of writing. Plus it's a great place for conversation.
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