Drip, drip
The sound of tears
Echoing down the halls.
Everyone staring,
No one bothering
To help the broken soul.
Pushing the tears away,
Standing up,
Only to fall back down again.
Tattered clothes,
Dirty face,
Broken wings,
Shattered heart-
A devil.
It’s all the others see,
A devil’s face.
Afraid,
Scared out of their minds,
So fake.
No one cares,
About a stupid devil.
Everyone brushing by,
Hurting her,
Ignoring her,
Slowly killing her.
‘I’m fine’
Hoping that she could mean it some day,
She smiles.
A forced smile,
Everyone will believe she’s happy.
Angels with demonic souls,
Not bothering to even smile at her.
Tears slip down her cheeks but she stands up
And she walks as if nothing ever happened.
But who cares?
As long as it’s just a tear-
A devil’s tear.
Walsh Middle School
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