Once there was a young girl.
She had a secret or two.
But she would dance and twirl,
And no one ever knew.
She was different no doubt.
She didn't fawn over boys.
She was one of the stranger things about.
She was in love with her candies and toys.
The candies never tasted all that good,
But they offered the best sleep to be found.
And the toys made her arms messier than dirt could,
But they were the best distraction around.
One day she met someone.
He didn't believe her false smile.
When everyone else was done,
He wanted to stay for a while.
He turned his sad brown eyes on her.
They made her heart melt.
Her emotions began to stir,
And they demanded to be felt.
The boy was aspiring to be a hero.
He wanted someone to save.
She thought his chances were zero,
The pain coming in wave after wave.
He wanted to help her.
She told him to be careful.
She tried to deter.
Trying may end up to be a bit tearful.
But still he helped and gave.
And he earned small victories.
This girl that no one thought to save,
She stopped eating her awful candies.
Though no matter how hard he tried,
She wouldn't give up her favorite toy.
He broke down and cried.
He was such a strong boy.
You would scream and fight.
You would curse the sky.
You would use all your might,
But she still tried to fly.
Heroes can't save people from themselves. But if we don't try, we're no better than the villains. Yet they're still bound to fly, bound to die.
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PoesíaI'm trying my luck at poetry so it'd be great to get some feedback. Keep in mind that these poems are strongly related to depression, anorexia, and things of that sort. If you are recovering, this story is not recommended for you.
