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Secrets

October 16, 2014
By Bridey SILVER, Irvine, California
Bridey SILVER, Irvine, California
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Favorite Quote:
"Promise me you won't spend so much time trying to keep your head above the waves that you forget, truly forget, how much you have always loved to swim."


There once was a girl, tall, beautiful, and smart.
She lived two lives, each very different apart.
One is nice, filled with joy and pride,
The other, when you first heard it you could’ve just died.
The secret one is hidden under her clothes,
Traced with scars of sadness and nobody knows.
Her thighs and wrists cut shallow and deep,
She cries so much she’s running out of tears to weep.
She wears a fake smile every day, she wears long sleeves
So no one will see what’s hidden underneath, an innocent girl with no dignity.
She’s afraid to go home, because that’s where it stared
Oh and by the way, her mother’s departed.
Many think she has a wonderful life, in which she does not,
Most of the time, she’s lost in thought.
In where she can run, where she can hide, even though most of her has already died.
No one can imagine this kind of pain, always being tempted to hit the vain.
Then again comes back that big scary man, who’s stolen her innocence,
And locks her in a van.
She sits alone in the cold of night, no friends, no family…
Really, no one in sight.


The author's comments:

This is the first poem I ever wrote. it's a bit iffy but i'm still working on improving my writing. This is partially based off a girl I once knew.


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on Nov. 15 2014 at 6:42 pm
ShadowBlossom ELITE, Boca Raton, Florida
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Favorite Quote:
Memento Mori- It means that nothing lasts forever, no one is immortal, sooner or later you will die and things will come to an end. It also helps you realize that while you are living you should do the most with your life, live life to the fullest.

I have had many friends that have suffered, I hae tried to help yet, I was unable to save them from their darkness, from themselves...  Seing that someone else ares enough about those that hurt, to tell their story when no one else cares, no one else hears, and their own voice has been taken,  gives me hope for humans, that maybe not all of them have lost their hearts.  Thank you