There was something
About this girl
The distant look on her face
Told me she didn’t want to be bothered
But the scars on her wrists
Told me to ask her
For her story
I couldn’t help but stare
As she packed my items
I tried staring at her
Hoping she would notice
And converse
I needed to know
The truth behind this girl
Her imperfections captured me
It was as though I knew
That she was different
She wasn’t like the rest
She was a misfit
Thanks
She handed me the bag
I wanted to yell out
I wanted to scream
But all I could do
Was nod and walk away
“The Girl At The Counter” is pretty self-explanatory poem. Whenever I meet people in general I try to figure out their story and once in a while I come across someone really fascinating like this girl. I’m a people watcher and I sort of love figuring out peoples stories. I don’t know if I am ever right but it’s nice to use my imagination. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed “The Girl At The Counter.”
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