She was
As ignorant
As a child.
She did
Not see
That others
Were sad.
She did not
See that
Every ones smiles
Were as fake
As hers.
They were
As ignorant
As children.
They did
Not realise
That there
Were many layers
To her.
Maybe she
Did not want to reveal
Them all.
She didn't want
Someone
To see her for
Who she really was.
She was herself
And she wanted a part of
Her to stay
her.
The real
Her.
They tried to
Strip the
Layers away like
Roses being
Torn apart.
Her petals fell
Like leaves.
She felt more and more
Exposed and
Bare.
She wanted it to stop.
She wanted to be left.
Alone.
(found on a seat on the bus)
YOU ARE READING
Faded
JugendliteraturBecause in the end, we are all irrelevant. Especially me. {A series of notes and letters written by a girl called Chloe McMullen, found in places you would least expect}
