The Blank faced Girl
I have been known as the blank faced girl
I wear my mask well
my emotions kept tightly at bay, never protruding on my face
The act to feel and touch were strangely different from my fellow man
Often shouts of misguided anger pointed my way
Look at her face!, she feels nothing they say
I know I feel, for if not why would I hurt?
This barrier to my emotions seems so high and so dense like frozen ice
The need to connect grew stronger with each passing day
The blank face girl curls in side, drowning in unshed tears
The world around still so radiant yet, ignorant to one girl out of several billions
But hope is not lost
Within theses tight walls I find a treasure,an outlet to my will
With this pen and paper I am able to feel
To wright those unsaid emotions
Those wanted and unwanted desires spread afar like the wings on an eagle's back
Poetry they call it
an elegantly beautiful way to express