Poem of the Week (6 of 52): Personality Profile 1

So I decided on a new topic for this weeks poem (Yes I realize I'm a day late but finals week and very bad internet until now). I thought about my friends and how it would be nice to share either a story of theirs that may be in side jokes, their personality (either how I or they perceive it), or even a story of their life. In some way or another it has to represent them. I guess technically "Since Creation" is one about my sister. But this one was the first of that idea and there is so much to write it was hard to stop. Its not perfect but I also started a second one that might be next weeks or one for weeks to come.

Anyways I like to keep this ones title hidden. I feel it describes a lot of people and to be honest I dont really have a title for this one. It describes a friend of mine to a point. I just made up a story that went with some things a few people struggle with and its a common theme. Hope people enjoy it.

Sitting alone in silence,
Hair passing through the wind,
There is a marvelous girl,
Who dreams of being thin.

She never drinks, nor does she ever smoke.
But she has her own confessions,
Flaws in which she deals.
Not cocaine or herion,
Something more surreal.

It has built up inside of her,
A manifestation from the past,
The lifetime of addiction,
That she cannot shake from her path.
Oh how she tries to make it go away,
In the sleepless nights she begins to pray.

She attempts to seek change.
Struggling through and through.
She holds an optimistic smile
That contain emotions,
Which may not be true.

As the smile is beginning to fade
She takes another everlasting pill.
She's forcing it down,
Even though her stomach claims she's ill.
While concealing the tears
She swallows it whole.
Hard to see the effects they have on her,
An hour is almost here.
Though as time goes by,
A smile arrives,
And with it all the cheers!

When free of the masks,
She shows her true colors.
The truth is uncovered,
All the beauty that you never see,
The looks, the brains, the generosity,
Comes flooding out,
How I wish that she could see,
How she first attracted me,
But theres too much inner privacy.

Privately provoking,
Finding only loneliness and loathing,
Wanting to move on,
Carpe Diem she yawns,
As she lays down to sleep.
She prays while counting sheep.

Her prayers were answered long ago.
She never noticed, she only saw a foe.
But in her dreams she sees
What mirror truely shows,
Not what she thinks,
But what she really knows;
The beauty hidden from her glows,
Hidden in daylight but by night fall it shows.