Hoody
She wears that hoody over her face for a reason.
So no one can see her cry.
She bottles up the pain.
When the bottle breaks she breaks.
She breaks into a million pieces.
She always finds those pieces again, and again.
So next time she'll break into a billion, instead of a million.
She is normal, but no one else will see it.
She is serious when it comes to work.
Nobody gets that about her.
She goofs off and yet still she is smart and serious about work.
She always stays by herself and keeps to herself, but it doesn't stop the torturing.
So she keeps her face hid by that hoody.
No ones smart enough to figure it out though.
poem by Dymon Sidebottom
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