You see that girl over there? What do you see? Her dark brown hair lightly sweeping at her shoulders flowing down to her waist, her eyes just lit up with color with tears of funnies in them. Her smile so big it reaches ear to ear, her head tilted back from laughing and she grasps her stomach from the laughing pain. She has sun-kissed skin with a little freckle right under her nose, her hands are so small, so gentle, her lips such a beautiful natural red color. She's wearing a short flowy dress with little flowers on it and her old converse that she should have already gotten rid of. But now look even closer feel her emotion. Now, tell me what you see. Her hand holding her stomach in so no one sees her little tummy, her eyes longer lit up but instead they are filled with a sense of loneliness and hurt. Her tears of funnies are now tears of pain, her smile that reached ear from ear now is a call for help because her scream inside are bursting at the seams and she doesn't know how much longer she can hold them in. Her sun-kissed skin is now cold and her long dark hair is used to cover her face because that little freckle is what she hates. Her small hands have been the only hand to hold herself close when at night her screams are let out into the open and her cries for help spill out onto the sheets. They look so gentle because that was the only gentle touch she had left, the rest of her was cold hearted and hurt. She felt so lost and so lonely when she was surrounded by people she called friends. Because, the people she called friends only took a glance.
