a narrative poem i wrote for english class: Like a feather she walks up the stairs, Careful not to wake up the person who cares That she is sneaking in late tonight She doesn’t want to get into a fight. She falls into bed dreaming of him, The show starts and the lights dim. On him she will always depend, Teenage love never foresees an end. Everyday they were intertwined, Never have experiencing love of this kind. She thought that love was all she had, Until one day she made him mad. His fist rose to strike her face, Just to put her back into place. Her body flew backwards at the strength of the blow, The passion in his eyes lost its glow. She covered up make-up and smiles And told herself to get through these trials. He apologized and seemed sincere But for it to never happen again she’d better adhere. He molded her into a perfect mute, Making their relationship seem sweet and cute. No one knew what happened behind the closed door, How he beat her and called her a whore. She felt so sad and betrayed, How could love treat her this way? She didn’t want to be “that one” Who let true love come undone. The day before she ended it all, She let her façade fade and fall, Her family could see her pain And gave it to her simple and plain. She cried the night her mother cared For the first time since her father spared. Her pain was too vast and great, She couldn’t see her pain was sure to abate.