Losing faith
Those dreams are crushed.
But are always there.
She holds on to them with a false hope,
for love.
That is her dream, to be loved.
But no one did.
Because she was different.
Among the pink and purple wearing people,
she wears black clad.
They hate her for it.
They didn't look past the clothes.
Yet one did. But he never claimed it.
So she goes on and on in life.
Believing not one single person loved her.
Losing faith in all things.
Losing faith in all good.
Losing faith in everything.
She slowly slips away.
And no one cares.
They do not frown or cry.
They do not mourn.
They smile and cheer.
Have a happy party for her death.
Just because she was different.
