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Kate


Author: MysterydarkPoet
ASL Info:    20/f/Aust
Elite Ratio:    3.13 - 157 /295 /173
Words: 200
Class/Type: Poetry /Serious
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Description:


a story of a girl who always tried her best, but it never seemed to work...


Kate



She stares down the glass
Thinking she’ll have some more
Friday nights like these
She kicks her life out the door

Make it to the top
Be the best around
She’s sick of saying she’s fine,
Suffering inside without a sound

At night, in the darkness alone
She asks god why through teary eyes
Silence echoes the shadowed room
Neighbors sleep, deaf to her cries

Unanswered questions fill her head
Failure shivers through her heart
Her mind rips itself to bits
Day by day, part by part

Mirrors boarded up
Frames turned down
Masking her past
With an in turned frown

Never really fitted in her whole life
Always an outcast, beautiful disaster
She tries so hard to make it
In her head she just runs faster

Faster, faster, faster
Trying to run the race
She was never meant to win
In your eyes she’s just last place

Let’s face it, you’ve never been proud
Making you smile wasn’t fun
How hard was it really?
Just to tell her well done

It’s too late now,
Nothing’s gonna make this right again
Killed her from the inside out
You’ll never understand




Submitted on 2006-04-28 01:14:40     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  Interesting. Reminded me a bit of Leonard Cohen's " Dress Rehearsal Rag"... a story of failure.

You painted an interesting picture there. And I imagined the persons spoken to in the end being this young woman's parents tho they could as easily have been her friends/ co-workers, I guess.

Dark.... but well put, I thought.

Psyve
| Posted on 2006-04-28 00:00:00 | by Psyve | [ Reply to This ]


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