I contradict myself in everything I do, every poem I write, and every answer I give, They tell us our opinion matters. But, how can it if we live in a world that constantly changes? How can it when you feel like you are stuck in that world and you're always two steps behind the others? How can it when you feel like you're older, more mature, wiser, when you feel different from everyone around you? It matters because everyone's different in every way, shape, and form you can think of. Why should that limit us? We're all different. We shouldn't brought down because of it. Besides, doesn't being different, makes us all the same?
Poems by: Jessica and Aparupa
Cover by: CorkyPorky


12. Tears

Her tears fall down her face,

As the rain would fall on pavement.

Silently at first,

Until it gradually begins to break her.


She was the perfect image,

Of a girl everyone could love.

She smiled at everything,

Helped everyone.


Slowly her shield began to fall,

After she thought to herself,

"I can't do this anymore."

That was the silently.


The storm was the day,

She decided to stay away,

From everyone,

From everything.


They expected her to be brave,

To be strong when they couldn't do that themselves.

Couldn't they see she was doing the same?

Her tears went unnoticed like snow in December.

Nobody noticed,

Until she was broken beyond repair.


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