UnderstandingBehold that girl, so pale and drawn,Understanding5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Cast not at her your scornful eye,
Nor smite her with a cruel jest,
Or besmirch her name with spiteful lie.
How can you know what lurks inside
That mournful look and grey disdain?
What troubles gnaw her brittle peace,
Discordant song her sole refrain?
Inside there boils a raging storm,
Mental conflicts surge at war.
Wild emotions bleed and crust,
Serenity bides with her no more.
So hold your judgement of this girl
And pay respect to her torment.
You cannot know her inner pain,
Her life itself is vicious sent.
Her calm exterior is but a mask
That seeks to hide withdrawn anguish.
Until time hurries quickly past,
In sorrow now she must languish.
Perhaps one day you'll know her pain,
And weep as people walk away.
Leaving your sad heart to cry,
For others who will pass this way.