there is agirl who hides her face,
a picture of carelessness and happiness in replace.
she laughs and jokes,and tries her best,
puts on abrave face,leaves out all the rest...

please her fanily and her friends,
carefull not to speak,not to offend.
pretends to live a life of harmony and peace,
but a soul dark and twisted a tearful beast.

when twilgiht comes she cries alone,
abandons and locks away the sickly clone.
her hidious tim, trái tim all torn and sad,
releases her feelings dangerous and bad.

with only god she can confide,
his glorious power nothing can hide.
when the sun rises in the east,
again she wakes up,pretending,in defeat.

her poor tim, trái tim wounded it bleeds,
a new hurt gnaws there small as a seed.
even thoguh life carries on,
she's like a phoenix hát her low,lonely,song.

aline groom,12/5/09

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i wrote this at skl 1 dai,mi teacher sed it wus reeli good.but this is the onli proper poem iv wrote,i dk wot kind it is,if its good,if a hav real talent to carry on and make more.plz help,im reeli stuck!!thankyou.