Emma Wilson Poems

A door slams shut,
a place to hide?
a fist on the table,
i need to find.
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Maybe if I shut my eyes,
I won't here all the screams...
Nobody sees what's behind closed doors,
But nothings ever as it seems.
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Skinny, unhealthy, underweight.
Just a few of the judgmental words i hate.
At my grandads funeral,
my weight was the debate,
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So, here we go, grandad,
time to say goodnight,
i knew this day would eventually come,
but you always put up a fight.
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Nobody knows why,
the reasons that you said goodbye,
the reason they sit and cry,
nobody knows why.
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When you look at the sky at night,
do you search for that one star,
the one shining bright?
the one that seems brighter than the rest,
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