Goodnight, love

A Little Bit Different

Running through the glass panes,
The rain,
A little girl,
Laughing never out of energy.

In circles she twirled,
She hopped,
She jumped,
Just as other kids stared at her.

Little boys and little girls smirked at her,
A mischievous evil smile,
They didn't like her,
They didn't want to be with her.

She tried to make them smile,
She tired to be one for them,
She tried to be okay for everyone,
But it never really worked.

Nobody ever really cared for her,
A tad bit different girl,
With an oddly beautiful smile,
Because she was different from them.

People didn't like change,
And she was change,
It was as much as she learned,
It was what she knows.

But she didn't mind,
She never cared that people didn't care,
As long as she's happy,
She's fine.

It was okay, she thought,
But it wasn't,
All tragedies change things,
Just as it changed her.

She didn't know what to do,
She didn't feel happy anymore,
She felt as if life was just a joke,
Some kind of play that messes her up.

She had no friends,
Nobody would want to sit next to her,
Nobody would go to prom with her,
And all she had was herself.

She wasn't pretty,
She wasn't perfect either,
But why is it that some snow whites get their Prince,
And this story's Esmeralda never could have the hunchback of Norte Dame. 

She knows that none of us are perfect,
But she slightly more flawed,
Slightly more down,
And her world is slight more black and white.

She's lost,
She didn't know what to do,
Because her demons are slightly taller than skyscrapers,
And her hands are all calloused and bleeding from fighting.

Her legs are sore from running,
Running away from this all,
Maybe wake up that she's not a monster,
Maybe see the daylight.

Maybe what her parents do to her have stopped,
All the pain and all the bleeding,
All the pens are mightier than swords bogus,
Maybe, just maybe, she could be normal.

Normal in a sense but still unique,
Not a demon who does good things,
But she doesn't know what to do,
And she doesn't even care anymore.

She knows that Blink 182 songs,
And that crying over at night,
And talking to herself about how it'll all be fine,
Wouldn't help at all.

Nights and nights,
She hear a lock locking her in,
As whispers tell her what she couldn't be,
What she wouldn't be.

They told her she could fly,
They told her that her skull was metal,
They told her that knives are made of clay,
They told her that hearts can be pieced together again.

A billion and one lies,
All stand out,
Staring at her,
Making her believe.

And now she asks herself,
When she's gone would it be better for the world?
Maybe she'd be one less mouth to feed,
And one less beating heart to worry about.

She never had anything to live for,
She never had a way to go to,
Just circles and circles of lost and confusion,
She wants to end it all.

She watched as the rain raged stronger,
Outside her window are little children,
Playing under the rain,
Happy and never caring.

Like she used to be.
Like how she was,
But that's dead,
And she wonders now if what's dead could come back to life. 

Maybe she could be that girl again,
And not worry about stress,
About taxes,
About nightmares coming true.

They didn't like her then,
They didn't like her now,
But the she didn't cared,
And now her heart is breaking after every insult.

Maybe if she plays with the kids outside,
She will see the true meaning of happiness,
But she knows she's too old,
And that there was never going back.

She stepped her foot forth,
And as ashes fell to the floor,
They gave her sad frowns,
And disappointed looks.

They told her how much of a disgrace she is,
And how much her late parents would be ashamed,
How she should just die,
She used to give it all one big smile.

But now she never really bothered,
Never bothered to smile,
Because no one would care anyways,
No one would tell her she's okay.

No one would whisper to her ear that she's great,
And she's sorry that she's such a shame,
She's sorry too that she's different,
She's sorry that she doesn't even give anything anymore.

But one night,
A boy grabbed her against him,
As she cried,
He told her she was okay.

Under the pouring rain,
They swayed back and forth,
She didn't know what to do,
And she struggled all around.

But he held her tight,
He kissed the nape of her neck,
He told her that she's wonderful,
That he's here for her.

He filled her with lights,
With affection,
And she hugged him back,
Still lost and out of direction.

She told herself that all things change,
As all people go by,
Like on the streets,
Or in a carnival attraction.

But he never did,
He stayed,
He stayed with her till the end of time,
Just as he promised.

And now she knew what happiness felt like,
What happiness was,
What happiness was supposed to be,
And that everyone deserves to be happy.

Her world was black and white,
And he painted that canvas with a multitude of colors,
With his fingers on her skin,
It was as if the world had stood still.

Time had stopped ticking,
And she saw that she was fine,
And slightly different was okay,
And there's nothing wrong with her.

And now she stared out her window,
Watching as the rain trickle down the panes,
She stared out at the skies,
And wondered why.

"Why is the sky crying?" She whispered to herself,
Does it mourn the dead?
The ones not breathing?
Or does it rejoice?

I know that one day,
I'll be older,
And all this multitudes of rainbow variation would disappear,
And my war would just be known by us.

Two dead people,
With stories and scars whispered in hushed voices,
Two little peculiar rain drops,
Who would be six feet underground.

Never breathing,
But they're glad to have found each other,
That they've seen the world in a spectrum of colors,
They're happy that they've went through what they have.