My Story Poem by Chelsey Rowland

She walks the halls

as though unseen

she does not talk

for fear she might scream.


The pain inside has

become too unbearable

why doe her life

have to be so terrible?


You may not see

the pain inside

but that's because

it's become so easy for her to hide.


She may seem happy

but that's not real

she will never tell

how she really feels


That girl you see for now

she seems strong

but that wont be

the case for long.


The key to her heart

has been locked away

because no one

can seem to stay


No one knows

that she is not well

and no one knows

her hopes have fell.


She has the

urge to cry

but the stronger urge

is the urge to die.


No one knows what

this girl's been through

but what else

can she do?


This girl has a

demented mind

the things in there

she does not want you to find.


What's always on

her mind is why?

she just doesn't

want to try.


You may read this

and not believe,

but trust me,

looks can decieve.