Clothes
Worn
Used
Stained
Ripped
A pair of shoes from years ago
Worn throughout the years
Just bought
Tags on them
Shoes that still shined
What’s a closet?
Is it full?
too small or too big?
Tattered and ripped
Small but still worn.
Why?
Why would someone not buy?
Why not buy things?
Why not buy new things?
Why not buy jewelry?
They had jewelry,
Only bought by others.
Some were nice but old.
But she loved them all the same.
Why?
Why not buy new jewelry instead of loving the old?
Why is it that this woman is grateful for the little she had?
Why must I be greedy?
While others love what they have?
Why did the woman love her old t-shirt from her twenties?
Though it was worn?
Why was she grateful for what she had?
What made her happy?
Was it her children that made her the happiest?
Newly bought shoes and clothes Bought for her children.
Still she loved the old.
Old, nothing new.
Old shoes
The old soles of her shoes wearing down
Old jacket from college With some of fluff showing through
Old graphic tees where the graphic could barely be seen
Old rings rusting away the silver turning copper
Old socks some with holes
Old sweatshirt with the drawstrings lost in the sweatshirt
Old reading glasses scratched
The clothes or jewelry she bought didn’t make her the happiest
Her children who were her pride and joy would always bring the brightest smile.
Then why?
Why was she happy while I’m not?
I buy clothes
Some have tags
Shoes were never worn
I new clothes from fashion trends
I buy fast fashion to fit in.
I flaunt my things online.
I seem happy with the things I buy.
I post my expensive jewelry to show that I have more.
Or Even handbags
That is never worn.
Just there for display for my own greed.
I post them online to brag and then for them to never be used.
It ends up in the depths of my closet.
Why?
Why was I unhappy?
When did I have more?
More things
More money
More things to make me happy.
I had more than her.
I had everything she couldn’t have.
Why?
Why did her smile shine?
While mine only shined through a screen?
Why?
Why were all the things I bought not filling the deep emptiness in my heart?
All the spending and shopping and posting not helping the loneliness I was feeling?
I had everything she couldn’t have.
I had an assortment of things
New shoes
New boots
New designer
New purses and bags
Clothes that varied in size
Some big some small
I had always fit every trend
I had Everything everyone wanted
People envied me.
People were jealous of me.
I was only jealous of one thing.
The happiness she felt.
The happiness I couldn’t feel.
Why?
Why must she be happy with so little while I must give into my greed and consume?
Why is she happy while I was not?
Why couldn’t I just buy her happiness?
My name is Ella Cassidy. I'm in 9th grade As an author, I write for the enjoyment of seeing one's world form a different perspective. This is a poem on 2 characters and how their closet reflects them as a person.