The Girl At The Counter
There was something
About this girl
The distant look on her face
Told me she didn’t want to be bothered
But the scars on her wrists
Told me to ask her
For her story
I couldn’t help but stare
As she packed my items
I tried staring at her
Hoping she would notice
And converse
I needed to know
The truth behind this girl
Her imperfections captured me
It was as though I knew
That she was different
She wasn’t like the rest
She was a misfit
Thanks
She handed me the bag
I wanted to yell out
I wanted to scream
But all I could do
Was nod and walk away
This poem is pretty self-explanatory. Whenever I meet people in general I try to figure out their story and once in a while I come across someone really fascinating like this girl.
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4 Comments
thepancakethief
Reblogged this on ThePancakeThief and commented:
I think this poem is simply beautiful
PoojaG
Thanks 🙂
Monika Ribeiro (writer/poet)
Lovely. I love the fact that you take your time to notice & get inspired by others 🙂
PoojaG
Thank you so much! Yeah I always like to kind of observe others and try to figure out their life!