A Hole Poem by Jennifer Johnson

A Hole



Even though she's smiling,  
She fell asleep crying. 
She might come off strong,
The image you see is wrong.

Her parents hate her,
She can't wait to die,
At night she can't sleep,
For all she does is cry. 

The anger in her is deep in her soul,
She loves to much in her heart is a hole.

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