She was. And maybe no one expected her to be that way. But no one was suppose to care. And by telling her that she was wrong, they didn't fixed her. They just made her up again, but cold, and cruel, and sad, and she became a girl who wasn't alive, a girl who was faking a smile every second. Because no one could see her cry, and when she wasnt faking she was crying. And she was to proud to cry when someone was looking. Even if that "someone" was her self.
She was alone. And her onley company was the rain. Because she could, for ones, not be the one who was crying, but the sky. So she ones thought about giving the sky a little piece of the sun, so the clouds wouldn't cry that hard. And she bought a couple of yellow rain boots, yellow as sun. So the heart of the sky woudnt be that broke.
