Take a number and wait until you're called.
Published on July 26, 2007 By dynamaso In Poetry
She hides her pretty eyes
Beneath a mask of mascara
And indifference
Her face is a brood
Of sullen glances
Stolen from silent screen actresses
Dead long before she
Was even conceived
She says she's not sad
Just concerned
For a world that is going to shit
A world where achievement means nothing
And celebrity is everything

She says she has no one
To look up to
No positive role models except
Emo rock stars
Not much older than she
She says no one has any idea
How hard it is being who she is
Just as her older sister
Her cousins, her aunts
And her mother thought before her
No one understands
They don’t think or act like her
And obviously don’t care

What she fails to realise
(And something I all too readily understand
With the benefit of experience)
Is that while ‘emo’ might mean emotional
There are so many more emotions
Than just glum or morose
I’m sure she will wake up one day
Strip away the gloom and doom
And emerge, like a butterfly
From her cocoon
And fly off into a brilliant future
Where she will outshine
Everyone around her

Comments
on Jul 29, 2007
I enjoyed this and love it! There are so many more emotions indeed!
on Jul 29, 2007
That was really good. There are too many young girls wondering around like that. How can we give them some hope?
on Jul 30, 2007
Serenity,

Thanks for the kind words. I don't imagine I was much different when I was a teenager except I was into skating, surfing and Kiss.

Straniera,

Thank you too. I don't know what we could do to give them hope except love them and be there for them. Apart from this, we could always try to depose our respective governments and start afresh
on Aug 08, 2007
This was great. Yes, everything comes and goes, marked by lovers and styles of clothes (that's a Joni Mitchell line), including the dark phase of sad eyed pretty girls. Good job, mate!
on Aug 08, 2007
Buddah,

Good job, mate


Thanks mate