So I'm in a poetry class right now and this is my first try writing my own poem. It might be kind of a downer but it was a good way to express a bad situation I'm in. Enjoy
He It She
She always comes second;
Her clothes never match.
She has trouble breathing because
Her chest is so tight.
He always comes first;
His smile matches it.
He won the prize first and
His needs are always met.
She always has a smile on, but
her bitterness sometimes pushes through.
She knows it's no secret, so
her head hangs low in shame.
It doesn't see her eyes.
It avoids confrontation.
It doesn't acknowledge her kindness, and
It has remorse when he is not present.
she always comes last.
her clothes never match.
she takes danger by the horns, so
her wrists and thighs do.
