Gotta say i just lurve this new part of the forum! Anyhoo...ive been writing poetry for ages and it really helped me through a tough time with my head (depression etc)

Here goes

Dont Judge

Could you see the tears held in her eyes,
The way she smiled , her own disguise.
Could you feel the fear in the room,
This girl was full of doom and gloom.

She tried to hide it but couldnt very well,
underneath she was going though hell.
All the times she laughed and smiled,
inside the terror was roaming wild.

Crimon tears were her only way,
bleeding and cutting day after day.
Her life a sad story not yet put to bed,
her life over written and sadly over read.

Couldnt you hear her crys,
her front was one big lie.
The shock the terror, how could she be!
Your just too ashamed, that you couldnt see.

She sat there bleeding, the colour of red,
she didnt want her life ,she wanted to be dead.
Dont judge dont mock,just go away!
She will carry on this happy lie day after day.

Rachel that is a wonderful poem and you could have written it for me 21 years ago when I was going through a similar hell.