Every night they invaded her dreams telling her about the things they didn't adore about her , hoping that the next time when the sun rises she'd let go of yourself , blend in with them and change herself to become one of them .
They thought they could break her , that they could change her colours , painting her black and white with their sorrow and hate but what they didn't know was that even her whispers would always be heavier than their weightless screams , that she'd always reflect their dirt back and absorb the beauty to colour her soul .
Every night they yelled " We don't like you."
Every morning she whispered " That's okay. "
-zaynan
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Poetry" I write to express the feelings I can no longer suppress "
