The way she flinches when he starts to yell,
Says it all.
she swears he's nothing but sweet, until closed doors.
She never comes out a night,
Nothing but trouble that brings, she explains.
Theres no such thing as tanktops and shorts for her.
Sleeves and jeans, keeps people from asking what happened.
She was always bad at lying, but she's getting quite good.
She trys to look away, but look deep down into those blue eyes.
You can see it all.
Every story, every lie.
Purple was never her skin color.
Wow. I can feel so much pain in this poem. I'm guessing from compiling all your poems together now that you really were hurt, physically, by this person. I'm really sorry, it sounds awful. I hope things are better for you now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can feel your pain from this poem, very well written Stephanie, its a 10 from me x