Broken Angel

As she silently walks down the halls
she tries to ignore the glares.
She looks at them with a
pure gentle stare,
innocently asking them why.

Why do they tease her?
Why do they hurt her?
Why do they make her feel worthless?
She asks these questions everyday,
hoping for an answer.

When she gets home
her father mistakes her for a punching bag, again.
She throws herself on her bed
and silently cries,
she wishes for someone to come and find her.
To come and tell her they love her wings.
Each and every pure white feather.

As she silently walks down the halls
she tries to ignore the glares.
She looks at them with a
pure gentle stare,
telling them they can’t clip her wings,
and that they can’t break her.

For she is already broken along with her wings,
and her soul.
For she was already broken,
long ago.


by wantxtoxrun
posted on 12/31/1969