She sees the world but does the world even notice her? Her words are loud yet only she can hear them. She feels alone in a world filled with people. Through her eyes you can almost feel her sadness. She pleases others but who would make her feel at ease? Year after year will anyone understand the way she thinks?
Her innocence was taken but her pride still remains. She sleeps in sorrow as her heart fears of what life brings tomorrow. The words were loud and within the clouds there was hope. She held on until her hand let go. All that was said and all that was done ripped apart and shaded her sun to the dark. It's cold. She feels numb. Sometimes she feels lost in a maze.
With all of her grace, she only wished some things could be erased.