No one will know who I truely am. <br />No one will know everything I can, <br />No one sees how much pain I am in, <br />No one knows this is a sin, <br />You will need to realize who I can be, <br />Just listen to me, <br />I am not the happy girl you see, <br />I am the one who is always alone and let be, <br />Walking alone in the cold winters night, <br />Slipping on ice, holding her legs to her chest tight, <br />As the cold whisps through her lungs they slowly freeze, <br />Then a cold breeze, whipped through ehr whole body making her quiver, <br />For winter is here and now she is there being left to shiver, <br />No one will ever know who she really was, <br />Only because now she is onlya was, <br />For that night she froze to death, <br />Because people assumed way to much, <br />For those people now are just the way they were before, <br />stupid and dumb, <br />for they do what they did to her to everyone else. <br />Thid girl died a lonely, sad, cold women, <br />who could have lived out her life if she hadnt fell, <br />if those peple wouldnt have said those words.. <br />NO ONE WILL KNOW WHO I TRUELY AM BECASUE I AM NOW A WAS.<br /><br />Theresa Short<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-unknown-feelings/
