She's Reckoned Poem by Melissa Schreuder

Her cry's are silent, and hidden,
she opens her eyes and looks around her,
the worlds spinning over and over,
then she falls,
crashes, crumbles, breaks.
her tears our glass her eye's
are like mud pits once you get in them
your stuck you cant get out, her hands,
it's like when you look at them
you see troubles from her past,
all her hart breaks from family to boys,
her hands are like when an earthquake
strikes broken cracks every where.
she cry's out loud but no one hears her,
when she goes out she put's on
smile when really sad and broken.