Her Story Told.

When I looked inside of her eyes they were perfect as glass. A pure imitation of what joy is suppose to look like. She was so smart; at the top of her class. Her joy just filled the room there isn't a person her smile didn't strike. She always knew what to say, but all of it was an act a true play.
Nobody knew the battle she constantly faced. The true soldier she had to be. The unwanted kisses and the hands grabbing her waist. She hated her father for forcing her no matter her plea. It all started when she was only eleven, and she was always wondering if her mother was watching her from heaven.
She hid her shame under make up. And covered the pain behind a grand smile. She was a light and there wasn't a pep rally she didn't shake up. She was a true actress and class was her style. There wasn't a ticket to her perfomace that wasn't sold,yet her true story was kept untold.
She took a test that said she was growing a bundle of joy. The baby's father will also be its grandad. She was so disgusted she didn't care whether it was a girl or a boy.
She knew her life had to end or she would be trapped and sad. She finally wrote down her pain and sorrows then looking out at dawn, she put the rope around her neck and her life was gone.
I think about her everyday. If I had only knew maybe I could of convinced her to stay alive.I hear about other girls with the same story that pass away. Even if they do speak up would they survive? Pain can heal over time life is to precious to throw away, SPEAK UP if you have something to say.

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savigirl14

This poem makes me want to cry. I've dealt with a lot of stuff but not this. Please read my poems and tell me what you think

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