I love making poems :3
Blue hair, like a summer sky, Blue eyes, where secrets lie. They tell me I'm pretty, day by day, But beauty's a shadow, hiding the gray.
Fifteen years, a fragile start, With a hole ripped deep inside my heart. My sister's gone, a star above, Leaving behind only a lack of love.
My grades aren't gold, they're silver bright, Not perfect scores, just fighting the fight. School's a blur, a tiring race, Barely enough strength to keep up the pace.
They all love me, the kids at school, Drawn to a light, a golden rule. My smile can brighten the dimmest room, Chasing away shadows, dispelling the gloom.
My laugh's infectious, a joyful sound, Spreading happiness all around. Kindness flows, a boundless stream, But kindness is often just a faded dream.
the rest of the poem--------> They see the surface, the blue-eyed gleam, The pretty face, a youthful scheme. They don't see the cracks, the pain I hide, The constant struggle deep inside. I forgive so easily, time and again, Letting their hurtful words sink in, and then, They take advantage, a painful sting, Of a heart too big, that wants to sing. I give and I give, until I'm drained, My energy wasted, my spirit strained. They see my forgiveness, a sign of weakness, But it's just a shield, for the quiet bleakness. So I wear the blue, a vibrant show, And smile, though my tears start to flow On the inside only, a silent weep, While the world believes I’m fast asleep. I’m pretty, they say, with a knowing glance, But beauty's a burden, a twisted dance. A dance I perform, day after day, Hoping the sadness will simply fade away.