Staring up at high ceilings
Her head in the clouds
She hides all her feelings
Away from the crowds
People always leave the room
Before she can make a sound
Standing in her lonely gloom
Wishing to be found
Holding on to endless faith
But people dont even glance
So, in her gloom, she'll sit and wait
To be given a fair chance
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my darkest hours | poems
PoetrySelf-written poetry that gives an insight on what goes through someone's head when they are at their lowest. ''I sit still in the prime of my darkest hours While my presence seems calm and serene The happiness of my personality overpowers And leav...
