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There goes the girl with 100 names,
walking off into the world with nothing but fear.
What do they think of her outfit today?
Does she even fit in here?
In front of her are unfamiliar faces,
that blaze with judging eyes,
but what they say behind her back,
might come as a surprise.
She's pretty, she's smart,
I love her sense of style,
cute, adorable friendly,
with the most heart-warming smile.
She's darling, she's talented,
with a voice like sweet honey,
bright-eyed, pink-cheeked,
lovely, beautiful, sunny.
She's got so much potential,
she's keen and bright,
her seemingly lonely eyes,
possess a sort of light.
She's encouraging she's funny,
she's gorgeous and charming,
she's kind to those around her,
my, my, what a darling.
But she turns a deaf ear,
and a blind eye,
she thinks that every compliment,
is a degrading lie.
There goes the girl with 100 names,
walking off into the world with nothing but fear,
still lonely and searching,
for those words she refuses to hear.
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Let's face it, most of us can never feel we're perfect or even average because we're always comparing ourselves to something... We don't seem to realise that everybody walks a different path in life; some will be remembered for it, others will simply live their lives and die without so much as a trace. That's just how life works I guess.
You've done a fantastic job talking about such a subject from the third-person. I believe a lot of us could relate to similar situations where we felt like we were being judged constantly, for everything that we do and say. I know I can relate.
Well done, and hope to see more great poetry like this. Until next time, take care!
It's never a nice feeling when life makes you feel like you can't contribute anything worthwhile.
Great words too... we're on this planet for a reason, to reach for the stars, and help those who struggle.
Really liked it ^_^