Poetry Undefined

She walks with poise and looks are always stunning she makes no noise but somehow shouting things inside her head spinning around people don't understand her life at all: cruelty, sadness, and foul thinking of all the sounds that she heard from today will be repeated again yet another day She needs help, someone make it stop before its too late and she will soon be gone Away from the girl who never spoke but had bruises on her arm This is a diary of an angel in heaven now she is in a better place where she is loved and is now found