From The Mind Of A Writer

I never realized how weird this sounded until I looked at it again. I’ll post it anyway. this is a poem about someone whom everybody loves but they don’t see who she really is. The meaning comes across a little odd though. Hmm:/

Clay

*

Everyone is crying,

Everyone is buying

Everything she feeds them.

Everyone is dying,

Everyone is trying,

To win her over.

*

(You can’t see me and you can’t hear me)

She stole everything with her poisonous smile

And her big brown eyes.

(You can’t see me and you can’t hear me)

Tortured and hurt I, lie in the dirt

Watching as she takes them away, away.

*

She’s like clay,

Folding and molding into something new everyday

Nobody can see she’s a fake,

Cause she’s shifting and shaping into something knew

And nobody sees,

She’s got clay feet.

*

Despising her,

She’s hypnotizing them

They howl at the moon,

This is all happening too soon.

*
She’s taken a place;

They’ve forgotten a face

Or the name engraved.

A fire was lit

And she was standing in the smoke

They were left choking, choking.

*

(You can’t see me an you can’t hear me

But I’m still here, I’m still here)

She stole everything with her poisonous smile

And her big brown eyes.

(You can’t see me and you can’t hear me

But I’m still here, I’m still here)

Tortured and hurt I, lie in the dirt

Watching as they choke, on her smoke.

*

She’s like clay,

Folding and molding into something new everyday

Nobody knows she’s a fake,

Cause she’s shifting and shaping into something new

And nobody sees,

She’s got clay feet.