Rain

Blankets

                              I know of this girl, full of compassion , and care, her words, comforting, words that pull and snuggle you closely, as if being underneath a handful of blankets.Her eyes, an icy blue, eyes that tell a story, eyes that hide behind a lengthily blond bang, although in her mind, her own troubles do not matter, in comparison to those of whom vent , and rant to her, their problems, she cares, sometimes I think, a bit too much, although this girl, she also stays hidden behind a mask, a smile stitched to her lips, a false happiness, but in her head, she could care less about herself, her own struggles, and state of mind, for they need her, they need her ideals, her confrontation, and opinion, most importantly, they need her help, for they do not trust much of whom are around them, I understand why so, but this girl, she sure as hell cares to much, so much, that  I worry, she may just forget to care for herself, she has this mind, full of knowledge , and understanding , she never says "I know' ,because , she came to the conclusion , that there are some things , you can't possibly know, sometimes, can't understand.Because, she is that intelligent , while also full of all of these emotions, this hurricane of a mind, that her thoughts create of her, and I honestly fear, what may become of everyone's security blanket.I fear , that those stitches may just come undone, that she won't be able to stop caring,that she'll forget who she plans to be, because even blankets can tangle , and come unfolded, sometimes, and what lies beneath her folded posture, scares me.