A Girl With Many Faces That I Used To Know

[Serena_Charlotte]

There’s a girl with many faces that I used to know.


In the mornings, she would scowl at me,


At noon, she would yell excitedly in my face


In the afternoon, she would make such a face


With tears held back under her eyelids.


And I would turn away from her.


In the evening, I would see her curl on the floor


With her knees pulled up to her chest.


At midnight, she would cry herself to sleep;


I would see her through her bedroom window.


And though I had lived next door to her all my life,


Seeing her go through her many faces,


I would never say anything,


And I would watch her through my bedroom window.


I would watch her cry herself to sleep.


Then, in the morning she would scowl at me again


As I passed her on our way to school.


I would play with her all day,


Ignoring her many faces.


And when she moved away,


Taken away on a stretcher,


In a screaming white and red van,


I turned away.


So, there was a girl with many faces I used to know.


I talk about her now because I found something while staring


Through the window of her empty bedroom.


Against the windowpane,


Was a browning piece of paper.


It read,


"I am the girl with many faces.


I would scowl in the mornings,


Yell excitedly at noon,


And make such a face in the afternoons,


Holding back tears in my eyes.


I would curl up against the ground in the evenings,


And cry myself to sleep at night.


Why did you turn away?


Why did you play with me all day,


And turn away from me when I needed you?


It's too late now.


It’s over.


Goodbye."

[Lincolnshirelass]

This is enigmatic and touching, I really like it!

[Dolor]

There’s a girl with many faces that I used to know.


In the mornings, she would scowl at me,


At noon, she would yell excitedly in my face


In the afternoon, she would make such a face


With tears held back under her eyelids.


And I would turn away from her.


In the evening, I would see her curl on the floor


With her knees pulled up to her chest.


At midnight, she would cry herself to sleep;


I would see her through her bedroom window.


And though I had lived next door to her all my life,


Seeing her go through her many faces,


I would never say anything,


And I would watch her through my bedroom window.


I would watch her cry herself to sleep.


Then, in the morning she would scowl at me again


As I passed her on our way to school.


I would play with her all day,


Ignoring her many faces.


And when she moved away,


Taken away on a stretcher,


In a screaming white and red van,


I turned away.


So, there was a girl with many faces I used to know.


I talk about her now because I found something while staring


Through the window of her empty bedroom.


Against the windowpane,


Was a browning piece of paper.


It read,


"I am the girl with many faces.


I would scowl in the mornings,


Yell excitedly at noon,


And make such a face in the afternoons,


Holding back tears in my eyes.


I would curl up against the ground in the evenings,


And cry myself to sleep at night.


Why did you turn away?


Why did you play with me all day,


And turn away from me when I needed you?


It's too late now.


It’s over.


Goodbye."

Is this real or just a poem? I am thinking that you're the girl who turned away from her when she needed you.

[Serena_Charlotte]

There’s a girl with many faces that I used to know.


In the mornings, she would scowl at me,


At noon, she would yell excitedly in my face


In the afternoon, she would make such a face


With tears held back under her eyelids.


And I would turn away from her.


In the evening, I would see her curl on the floor


With her knees pulled up to her chest.


At midnight, she would cry herself to sleep;


I would see her through her bedroom window.


And though I had lived next door to her all my life,


Seeing her go through her many faces,


I would never say anything,


And I would watch her through my bedroom window.


I would watch her cry herself to sleep.


Then, in the morning she would scowl at me again


As I passed her on our way to school.


I would play with her all day,


Ignoring her many faces.


And when she moved away,


Taken away on a stretcher,


In a screaming white and red van,


I turned away.


So, there was a girl with many faces I used to know.


I talk about her now because I found something while staring


Through the window of her empty bedroom.


Against the windowpane,


Was a browning piece of paper.


It read,


"I am the girl with many faces.


I would scowl in the mornings,


Yell excitedly at noon,


And make such a face in the afternoons,


Holding back tears in my eyes.


I would curl up against the ground in the evenings,


And cry myself to sleep at night.


Why did you turn away?


Why did you play with me all day,


And turn away from me when I needed you?


It's too late now.


It’s over.


Goodbye."

Is this real or just a poem? I am thinking that you're the girl who turned away from her when she needed you.

Oh no, this is not real. I just wrote it to make a statement.

[ravenmarie]

this is very well written and carries and powerful message. i love it!!

[Tiff08]

What a powerful message! Beautifully written.

[Jaden Purp]

such a beautiful piece. it is engaging

[Cmhasi063]

Nice indeed and touching.

[vixicountiss]

Really makes you think about how your actions affect other people. Really great message.

[Chapsy]

What I understood is that we should be more caring and ready to help those in need. Like the crying girl who needed help from the observer which never came

[ReyvrexQuestor Reyes]

Is this girl your sister? Or any relationship, because you live in proximity to her, and she has your concern?

[qsusan]

There's a song which I feel has a flip theme to A Girl With Many Faces that I Used To Know, it's Lean on Me by Kirk Franklin.
It speaks of a girl searching for someone who won't turn away from her in her time of need and it says to her " you can lean on me".
Perhaps you would like to hear it, the link is below
https://youtu.be/eepQ8i8K838

I pray that your poem will touch many so that they won't turn away from those who desperately need someone to help, or even just to listen to them or just someone to cry with.

[Serena_Charlotte]

There's a song which I feel has a flip theme to A Girl With Many Faces that I Used To Know, it's Lean on Me by Kirk Franklin.
It speaks of a girl searching for someone who won't turn away from her in her time of need and it says to her " you can lean on me".
Perhaps you would like to hear it, the link is below
https://youtu.be/eepQ8i8K838

I pray that your poem will touch many so that they won't turn away from those who desperately need someone to help, or even just to listen to them or just someone to cry with.

Thank you so much. I appreciate it.

[KatSims92]

This was so raw and emotional. I loved its honesty and it was very well-crafted. Good job!