That Girl

Dedicated to Bhuvana, because you are awesome and we are like sisters from different misters (lol to that) and i love you! :D

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That lonely girl sitting in the cafeteria,

Eating her lunch in a rush to get away.

To get away from those accusing glares,

To get away from those shameless stares.

She was the girl with scars all over her exposed skin.

A conclusive evidence of her unruly ways and the gruesome reality hidden by the false innocence she portrays.

But see her through my eyes and you'll see

She was the girl with scars

All over her exposed skin,

The red on it screaming of cruel violence and unspoken misery.

Of the endless suffering but also admirable bravery.

'did you look at her today?' ; 'oh my god, she looks horrible' ; 'who do you think she hurt?'

Whispers floated around her like the air

Only, if she will breath them in, she'd die a lonely death.

Those Cruel words engraved on her locker,

that merciless laughter thrown at her,

That regular thoughtless jive given to her,

Much to their annoyance, didn't faze her a bit.

Maybe because she was a heartless soul.

But see her through my eyes and you'll see,

She was a broken soul

With her heart shattered into pieces so fine that

Those jives,those words, those laughter

Couldn't have broken them further.

She walked with her shoulders slumped and head bent down,

trying to avoid the inevitable onslaught of cruelty,

as if she didn't get enough of that at home.

But they,

They'd never understand her ordeal.

They'd never look past their blissfull ignorance to see the harsh reality.

Those shallow beings judged her dirty appearance

Those worthless beings assumed about her eternal alienation.

But then again,

Why wouldn't they take these liberties.

They didn't have a haunted past

No worries that would last.

But did they every stop by to introspect,

To think that maybe

The girl they were playing with,

Was used like a toy somewhere else.

The girl with those ugly scars

Was abused every night.

Did they know she was scared to sleep because the the nightmares would haunt her?

Did they know her silent eyes spoke more than any tongue could?

I wonder how would they react when the truth finally unravels

The guilt, the regret, the sorrow -

Would they feel it or feign it?

I wish they could see her through my eyes

'cos then they will see the the lonely girl

Who, despite all odds, is fighting.

Fighting to save the last shreds of her dignity.

Fighting for her dear life.

Fighting to avoid that last fall.

Fighting, even when i thought she'd lost it all.