Poems from Megan Collins
The faces blend together as I enter the crowded roomThey all see me, but do not turn their heads towards mineI am laughing and pretending...
Ribbon and lacelips sealed, eyes closedThey walk her over to the tableAnd the noises, the voices, are Loud.She knows not what is happening...
With her eyes directed toward the sunlightHer features glow a brilliant hue of whiteAnd you can see the change within herShe no longer can...
I could show you, but you still would not understand.I could open up my mind to you,but your conclusion would stillvary from the truth....
It's the way they see herThe way she smiles andsays no to every questionAs if hiding a dirty littlesecret in which she hasburried deep...