Waking up in the morning feeling numb is like hell.
Knowing nothing but just the word bell.

That word symbolize noise from the unfortunate.
I hated that word but that's my name.

I remember I wasn't bright like the others
But I know someone who's bright, it's my step brothers

Yes I don't remember much but I remember little by little
How they torture me with much pain though they know I'm brittle

I want nothing but to forget
But as I tried hard, I regret

As I live here alone in this old room
I feel nothing but doom

I know recovering all those memories
Will just be one of my previous failures

For I am Bell, daughter of one of thee unfortunate
But had been believing, I was daughter of a fortunate

They lied and I was so stupid to believe
That one day they'll show me love

I never knew how to love
For I was not like a dove

Who have a freedom to fly
Not like me, a girl who haven't have the courage to see the day

Just because of being scared
Now here I am again in a room, terrified.

Looking over the crowd is so dizzy
I may even add the fact that my hair is frizzy

They say having curly hair is special
Yet in my opinion it's a person's hair that's unsocial

Looking back and forth into the crowd
Even though I know she won't showed

I hope every second and every minute
Yet she didn't come when I needed a taste

A taste of her cookie made me feel like a girl with a crown
Sitting on the gold chair looking over the dawn

As the sun set in the open sky
I still believe that she'll fly

Fly through here
Where i am near

ℒia's Note. I KNOW THAT POEMS SUCK AS HELL! im not actually proud of them but i just wanna share it lol I actually had a lot of poems that I've made before but all of them are either deleted or missing. Unfortunately, this two are the only ones who survived and are also my worst poems ever oof