poem by me - ''Tinkerbell''

[Chantal]

i'll tell you a story that no man should know
the story of a girl woken up by the crow
each morning she rises up out of bed
with an heavy heart and an empty head
she's raised to learn and she's raised to fight
but she falls behind in search of the light
you'll learn her story and know her well
the one that they call tinkerbell...

Our book of life is learned by covers
and the heart you have is reserved for lovers
but the time we spend looking inward more
will affect our lives and open a door
our initial view forever askew
once we listen to words, not watch what people do

a person who others threw to the side
a person who stays along for the ride
but the things we say can still make her cry
she screams out loud but no one hears
the words she says which brings more tears
people will look and people wont see
the things they believe just aren't meant to be
they look and they judge and they walk right away
and they say... well it's simple i don't know what they say
but they'll say it to you and they said it to her
they didn't just speak of clothes that she wore
they spoke of things that hit closer to home
and it wasn't a brick or a gun or a stone
no, not of a battle and not of a fight
but the smallest thing that cripples your might
the one small present you received in a box
and no it wasn't a pair of warm christmas socks
it was given long before that in a time we don't know
cause we're not the ones who choose gifts to bestow

but this gift we received when just over a year
is the first thing anyone will choose to hear
it's a very sad truth and you know it my dear
but people judge most by what goes in their ear

we're put on display and we're forced to talk
we're forced to jive and forced to walk
the world can tell us "don't say a word"
for we're to be seen and not to be heard
we're just kids you know, we can't do all that
"you're just looking for a place to stay at
you're powerless, meek, and can't really say
cause you don't for sure know what will come the next day"

but you know some things and these things that you know
have not yet to been heard away from desolation row
the words you do say will captivate minds
and we will look back say you changed the times
you cannot know now but things that you said
have went in through ears and up to the head
it's not the voice that you have but the words that voice makes
it stops a man in a car reaching for the brakes
it cant mend a heart but I'm sure it has tried
to look one level deeper and see what's inside
look down to the depths where no one can hide
down here on this level there's no alibi
we learn there's no safety and nowhere to flee
there are still several people I'm waiting to see

these people i thought i knew from the start
tell me the truest in life comes from the heart
but where do we look when lives falling apart...

she, tinkerbell looks to her dreams
her dreams that she knows still cannot be seen
her mother still looks to a room that's unclean
but "enough!" she says as she runs out the door
with less money in life then she had before
she has only one coin, and nothing to tell
so she throws her last dreams down a black wishing well
they fall down too far and they fall down too fast
yet tinkerbell knows not to dwell on the past
so she looks to her insides and can't help but yell
for she's looking upon her own personal hell
but we read her story and know only to tell
what now has become of that girl tinkerbell.

[Native Pride]

It was a bit long, but I enjoyed reading it sounds like someone I know.