She walked in scared to say a word.

In fear, her voice might go unheard.

Quiet, shy, serene young teen.

Okay with going unseen. 

Her past has a hold on her. 

Not planning to let go of her.

It haunts her in her sleep.

In her mind, in her dreams. 

Now she's gone hung by a string.

All because her feelings went unseen.


This poem is about: 
Our world



Just hoping for some advice about how to strengthen my poetry.

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