"The Pain Behind the Stars" by Kayla Boyles
It could be said, one doesn’t want to be seen
And no one looks for it off screen.
The pain of not knowing hurts in the spleen.
Wishes that come to the stars are far in between
As if they are the for someone to see.
“Open your eyes”, are shouted far beyond the green
For this small girl, hurting, is only fifteen.
The pain is all too much, for she wants it gone
And it creeps in her dreams to prompt.
No one will hear the screams, for they are not a response.
Wishes are made, but fond
They are kept in the far beyond.
For this small girl is strong
But the pain has left a sense of despondence.
None will look into her eyes
For is they did, they would see the disguise.
She feels all her lies
They creep in, yet steadily rise.
Though she believes that her heart is made of ice
These lies, they come with that price.
All the pressure she feels, she cannot thrive.
Sometimes it feels, all she has is the stars
For she doesn’t think she has a hearth.
Maybe even the stars are forced
Everywhere she goes, she has reminders.
It feels as though, like the stars, she’s dispersed
This is all too much, almost like it’s carved.
The secret of her pain is hidden behind the stars.