Every feeling tells a story, every story tells a feeling

pride & anguish

picture
Her head always high she walks down the streets.
Her perfect hair shining in the sunlight.
She knew what she had and I admired her for it.
Everyone admired her for it.

perfection
She never let through a flaw.
She was perfect.
She knew she was and she knew she had to.
Everyone expected her to be perfect and so she was.

missing
One day her hair looked messy.
I didn't think much of it but everyone else did.
She was ashamed and left for a whole week.
No one knew what happened.
Everyone talked about her.

falling
When she came back she changed.
Her hair wasn't perfect.
Her clothes didn't match.
She looked hurt.
She looked sad.
Everyone wondered what had happened with her.

loosing
She looked like she was falling apart.
Her hair was a mess which she tried to hide with a bun.
She looked herself in the eyes when she walked past the mirror.
She hated what was looking at her.
Everyone hated looking at her.

fake
She wanted it to end.
She wanted them to stop looking at her.
She wanted them all to shut up.
But she didn't know how.
So she faked a smile.
She gave them what they wanted.
Everyone ignored her.

alone
She looked so lonely.
I wanted to talk to her.
But she never let anyone talk to her.
Everytime I saw her she looked a little more dead.
No one cared for her.

safety
She hated her home.
It wasn't a home for her.
She hated everything about it.
She wanted to burn it down.
The flames burned right into her skin.
She loved every second of it.

bright
A single tear rolled down her face.
She wasn't sad.
She felt relieved.
She smiled for the first time in for ever.
It was a real smile.
No one knew how she felt.

caring
She never came back.
She was lost, the time she was born.
No one knew what had happened to her.
No one cared about what had happened to her.
I cared for what had happened to her.