On the outside you see a girl
Calm
Shy
Quiet.
On the inside she can feel a girl
Screaming
Crying
Dying.
I bet you don’t notice her watching you,
Turning away when you look at her.
She sees you with the other girl,
Laughing
Playing
Never looking at her.
Who cares about her right?
She’s just some dumb girl.
Why would she matter?
She just wishes you would look at her the way she looks at you…
She wishes she saw the soul in her, as she sees the soul in you.
She is dying,
She is breaking,
She can’t handle it for much longer.
How much longer will she be around?
Will it be a day?
A week?
Or is she just breaths away?
But what would that matter to you anyways?
It’s not like you cared.
Or do you?
One thing a girl will never understand is a boys signals, or if they exist.
What does one have to say to get the boy they want?
Is it the way she dresses?
The way she doesn’t do her hair?
Is it her posture?
The way she looks?
Is she too ugly for your hypocritical mind to bear?
Is she too playful?
Is she too serious?
Why can’t she be as perfect to you, as you are to her?
All one can ever hope to hear is how
Beautiful,
Amazing,
Funny,
Likeable,
She is.
Nothing from you.
Nothing.
NOTHING.
She sits at a table filled with the people she calls her best friends,
All she wants is you there.
You are the one she wants to talk to,
Perhaps the best friend she’s truly had.
All the others can fade away,
You are the only one she wants to keep close.
You can’t empathize how she feels,
You are caught in your own game with some other girl.
And the pain is so unbearable,
