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Oct 04
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Ghost Girl

Ever been so close you could taste it.
Feel it,
See it.
Ever been so close you could hold it,
Mold it,
show it.
But then someone tells you "NO"
Two simple words.
Two words that could tear you to shreds.
Wreck all the progress in your head.
Make you feel dead.
a ghost girl in a ghost town.
Dreams and ambitions flying by.
Dreaming and ambitions dying by.
Ghost girl on the ground to cry.
Ghost girl on the ground to die.
Ghost girl where she will forever lie.
Ghost girl wants to be alive.
Ghost girl wasnt to scream "WHY?"
Ghost girl doesn't understand.
Ghost girl wants her life back.
Ghost girl doesn''t want to disappear.
ghost girl wants what she's always wanted.
Ghost girl wants the stage.
Ghost girl wants the spotlight.
Ghost girl wants the moves that feel right.
Ghost girl...
Ghost girl wants...
Ghost girl wants to be happy.
But you don't care what Ghost girl wants.
You destroyed her.
You killed her.
You created Ghost girl.
Through you Words.
Your actions.
Your hate.
Your love.
"Don't talk to me about it again,"
"You're not doing that,"
"How will that help you get into Harvard or Yale?"
How will basketball help me either?
How will any sport help me?
But at least this is what I love.
This is my dream.
And the person who's suppose to help me get there.
Who's suppose to love me.
Who's suppose to encourage me.
Be proud of me.
Hold me.
Tell me they love me.
Be there for me.
Comfort me.
Push me to be better.
Push me towards my dreams.
Is the one person.
Telling me... "no"
The person who created Ghost girl.

 
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  1. Hazel.C.
    Oct 04, 2017

    Wow! The line breaks in this poem are so powerful, this whole poem is. I especially like the lines you start with "Ghost girl" over and over, seeming to descend and become increasingly extreme (in a good way). Amazing!

    ~Hazel

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  1. Monster_T_02
    Apr 12, 2018

    Thank you. It kinda came to me. I've always struggled with my social life and family, writing is a way for me to express the wrongs I feel, even when no one wants to acknowledge the damage they've done to me. That's where this poem came from, it's really near and dear to me.

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