Always Me Poem by BlacknessRose ...

You can hear the crying
Late at night
From the girl
Who tends to write

She makes mistakes
Don't we all?
And when she stands
She tends to fall

Who really cares
About her art
Her poems are dark
From her heart

She writes her art
She keeps it near
At least they'll know
She was here

She thinks too much
In her dreams
Reality
Isn't what it seems

It's all an illusion
In her mind
The happiness she lost
She wants to find

She watches the world
Fade away
Writing down
What she wants to say

There is no laughs
There is no sound
Except for the cries
From the sadness around

The tear stained paper
Almost torn
The inkless pen
So very worn

Everyone wants to know
If she'll get by
Even as she laughs
She tends to cry

They whisper lies
Everyone near
But the girl tries
Not to shed a tear

She hides away
In her room
A windowless place
Like a tomb

This sad little girl
Heart torn in two
Someone can save her
She doesn't know who

Her lifes work
Shredded on the floor
As she cries
More and more

Taping the paper
And taping her heart
She shreds the fears
Shreds them apart

She locks up her work
And hides the key
This sad little girl
Was always me