The Girl

 

She sits in Starbucks drinking her caramel macchiato

But she sits alone

Her eyes are soft like honey

But her face a stone cold mask

For underneath she’s a swirling whirlpool of emotions

 

The girl 

 

She wakes up the next morning and does her usual routine

Cover up scars - cover up emotions 

She’s broken 

But nobody knows

 

The girl

 

She continues her never ending cycle

‘Till she’s done

 

She’s broken the cycle

She still sits in Starbucks drinking her caramel macchiato

But now she doesn’t sit alone

 

The girl

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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