Truant Poem by Jennifer English

She closes the door on another argument
This room and it's perpetual beauty
Here she can relax but it follows her
Betrayal tears at her insides
Riping her apart all over again

As you read this it will be repeated
Hot, burning tears streak her face
She has pushed her soft curls up into a bun
She hides in this ugly appearence
And she repeates what her mother has said

'I don't know what you want me to say! '
She herself doesn't know what she wants
Her depth perseption failed as she falls
Her head throbs without letting up
She has been classed as faking it again