Tired tears

Hiding behind an old lady
You could feel the tears
Touch her skin
Creating a river of pain
And forgiveness
That ended in her hazy lips.
The weird thing about this young girl
Was that you could even smell the tears that were falling from her tired eyes
Tired of fighting life back
Tired of been bad treated
By ignorants that don’t appreciate her magic.
I looked at her from the back
Of the bus
Hiding herself from society
And I could see a magnificent human being
That needed closure
Stitches in her broken parts
That will make her feel free again
And so she can make this world better
By smiling to the forever.



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