Here comes the punk
The world seems to say
She lowers her head to
Avoid the stares
And walks away in dismay.
And no one sees her true colours.
Under the tousled bleached hair,
Lies the dysfunctional brain of an adolescent
The pierced ears
Tired of hearing lies, so blatant.
Hiding the swollen eyes
The thick line of dark kohl
Sloppily applied
Contrasting the immaculate pattern
Of deep cut marks on the wrist
The blade lay hidden beside the bedside.
And no one sees her true colours.
Sleep deprived
Nerves on fire
she stared at walls
Full of ire.
The gist of the treacherous course of life
Beyond the understanding of a young mind
She tried hard to see from their eyes
Instead they coloured her blind.
Wanted to disappear
Needed to be found
And so on the cycle went
Till in her sea of despair. . She drowned.
And no one saw the warmth radiating from her heart
Underneath it all.
