My Darkish Poem

And as the colors deepen,
each day gets worse and worse,
her world is getting dark, so dark,
with every scream and curse.

Once she smiled, once she laughed,
and now she thinks she knows,
everything she could ever say,
as far as words would go.

When Anger builds inside you,
you bites your lip, move on,
give in and you'll just be another
stereotypical pawn.

You think you finally understand,
you think you finally know,
duck in cover, don't try to talk,
when she finds something to throw.

Shes crying on the inside,
screaming on the out,
eventually her vivid scowl,
turns to a sullen pout.

You come and try to help,
she slowly pulls away,
shes just not ready yet, to tell,
try again, another day.

No one sees behind,
her bright eyed toothy grin,
they only see the cheery cover,
not who she is, or who shes been.

Each days one step forward,
each night is two steps back.
For every bit of small frustration,
shes crouch and then attack.

Some day you'll see the girl,
she was always trying not to be,
each and every day i wish,
that that girl wasn't me.