Updated: Apr 23, 2020
Of the pain unfelt and expectations hurt
Of the fear unseen and the cries unheard
Of the wounds unattended
She was made.
Made to survive and breathe along
Live in a world she didn’t belong.
To try and fail, easy or tough
Nothing she did, was good enough.
Sentences incomplete and words unsaid
Emotions unexpressed, kept to oneself
For the world she smiled, stood happy and gay,
For him, she was another toy to play.