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Puts on the clothes that she normally wears,
She bears a smile, but walks alone,
Her secret will never be known.

At school she wears a big happy smile,
But her way home is like the green mile,
She opens the door to yelling and screaming,
She asks herself if she has any meaning.

Locked in a dark black room,
She realizes that tonight is her doom,
The screaming gets louder and her eyes get wide,
Her teddy bear at her side.

The door flies open, the pain is here,
She smells the sent of musty beer,
Then she's pushed against the stone hard wall,
Her parents laugh as she begins to fall.

Her screams echo through the night,
The help she needs is out of sight,
Then her innocent soul begins to fade,
Her fate has now been made.

Her parents just walk and shut the door,
Her body hurt and extremly sore,
Her heart begins to beat really slow,
In the morning everyone will know.

She hugs her teddy and says good bye,
A tear streams down her face with a sigh,
Her body lifeless on the floor,
The police find out as they open the door.

Her tombstone lies under a tree,
The truth is out everyone can see,
She sees a light, and it makes her smile,
She no longer has to walk the mile.

The angels greet her with a big hug,
She goes to a soft bed warm and snug,
No more yells and no more screaming,
Now she knows she does have meaning.
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Hidden Secret

Contributed by crystalghost on Tuesday, 27th December 2005 @ 07:38:07 PM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry

She wipes away her hurting tears,
Puts on the clothes that she normally wears,
She bears a smile, but walks alone,
Her secret will never be known.

At school she wears a big happy smile,
But her way home is like the green mile,
She opens the door to yelling and screaming,
She asks herself if she has any meaning.

Locked in a dark black room,
She realizes that tonight is her doom,
The screaming gets louder and her eyes get wide,
Her teddy bear at her side.

The door flies open, the pain is here,
She smells the sent of musty beer,
Then she's pushed against the stone hard wall,
Her parents laugh as she begins to fall.

Her screams echo through the night,
The help she needs is out of sight,
Then her innocent soul begins to fade,
Her fate has now been made.

Her parents just walk and shut the door,
Her body hurt and extremly sore,
Her heart begins to beat really slow,
In the morning everyone will know.

She hugs her teddy and says good bye,
A tear streams down her face with a sigh,
Her body lifeless on the floor,
The police find out as they open the door.

Her tombstone lies under a tree,
The truth is out everyone can see,
She sees a light, and it makes her smile,
She no longer has to walk the mile.

The angels greet her with a big hug,
She goes to a soft bed warm and snug,
No more yells and no more screaming,
Now she knows she does have meaning.

Copyright © crystalghost ... [ 2005-12-27 19:38:07]
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Re: Hidden Secret (User Rating: 1 )
by Poetic_Influence on Tuesday, 27th December 2005 @ 08:02:17 PM AEST
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this is very good, nice rhyme scheme and good meaning

Re: Hidden Secret (User Rating: 1 )
by Butterflygirl40 on Tuesday, 27th December 2005 @ 10:10:59 PM AEST
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this is very awsome poem!!

Re: Hidden Secret (User Rating: 1 )
by wesmaun on Tuesday, 27th December 2005 @ 11:25:21 PM AEST
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very touching. thats all i can say cause it leaves you speachless

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