Emma Lamont writings

Alone

I sit alone
in my corner
cold to the bone
my own mourner

the people file by
like fish in a stream
they don’t hear me cry
they only hear the scream

they only care
when its too late
only dispare
when I’ve past the date

for I’m always alone
soaking in past cries
they said they would atone
boy oh boy did they lie

they say its impossible
that I had so many friends
what they mean is improbable
that they focused on their own ends

they were forever blind
ignoring my pain
they never saw my mind
now cleansed with continuous rain
A Girl Like Me

a girl like me wouldn’t do that
a girl like me wouldn’t scream
she wouldn’t light the match
or dose the walls in kerosene

she wouldn’t think those thoughts
wouldn’t tell those lies
she wouldn’t hide her pain
she would try to make it right

a girl like me wouldn’t burn
a girl like me wouldn’t leave
she would tell someone about it
wouldn’t she?

a girl like me has feelings
a girl like me needs care
she has to be more than polished
you can’t just brush her hair

beauty is superfical
it can be painted on
to cover up the cracks
like a mask to be put on

a girl like me is human
a human that needs care
so tell me,
what kind of girl is under there?
You Don’t Know Me

they can’t see me
they can’t hear me
they don’t know me
they think they do

when I was bleeding
when I was drowning
when I was burning
where were you?

you won’t look
you won’t listen
you won’t try
yet you “know” me

while I cry
while I crisp
while I smudge
you keep scrolling

I have friends
real ones to
yet for all I’m worth
I listen to you

I listen to a screen
because surely your right
all I try
is just for a like



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