Once upon a time

There was a sweet,

Happy,

A perpetually smiling

Little girl.

Sure,

She was strange,

As most are,

But she was loved.

Soon enough,

That happy girl was

Drifted away,

As one does.

She felt eyes everywhere

Judging,

And staring,

Even if they weren’t.

She felt alone

In a world of

Eight billion people.

She knew she was unwanted.

So, that little girl

Locked her

Strange self away

And went

Silent.

But even when you

Attempt to wash things away,

They’re never truly gone.

They’re somewhere,

Screaming

In the nothingness,

Waiting just to be

Discovered

Once again.