Beatrice's Poem 1.2

Why do my eyes glisten
Why do the children listen
Why is my heart beating hard
Why are the stars so far
When will it be my day to be a star
To look over all the seas
The seas that carry people
People who bring and create families
The families and children who may not listen to screams of girls like me
The screams that reverberate through the lonely empty hallways
The sounds that would make you frown
Coming from past that doorway
Beyond that lock is a girl holding a glock aimed straight at their head
She screams "I'm dead" and shoots her head
The stars have grown closer...

©Xana'Melons™

(This is my poem, created by me, thought up and written by my mind and hand)