Dying too By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
Her head hangs low on her wiry frame
There's a reason she doesn't like her name
Everywhere she goes and everything she hears
Just corroborates her deepest fears
And the whispers coming through the school
Are enough to phase even the boldest fools
Into going into a hollow shell
Of someone who used to love themselves
So her hair's pushed down to mask her face
As she goes into her hiding place
There's a lot of things she didn't do
A lot of things that aren't true
But there's not a lot that she could do
When everyone around her is dying too
And her legs are shaking as she pushes down
Through the countless halls of crowds
Her bookbag hits against her back
As she's waiting for another panic attack
With her eyes quickly darting from side to side
Looking for somewhere new to hide
Convinced that she's nothing more than this
Eighteen years old and never been kissed
So her jacket covers her heavy frame
As she practices her best refrain
From crying as she paces through
The halls of people she once knew
There's not a lot she's able to do
When everyone around her is dying too.
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