For The Poets.

Sad

She speaks to me fondly of passions and talent,
guitars and stars,
then stops short
and apologizes for speaking at all.

All because somewhere in her life
Someone she loved broke her heart
By ignoring her beautiful words and telling her to
shut up,
keep it down,
nobody cares.

People aren't born sad.
We make them that way.

-Nikita Gill