T r u e

Yet She Isn't

She watches them enjoying with their 'friends' from afar.

Chatting away excitedly.

And here she sits in the corner.

Alone.

With a book in her hands,

content with her imaginary 'friends'.

She can hear them making plans,

talking about the new movie.

And here she is.

Reading a murder scene.

Sometimes she imagines it,

wondering what it would be like?

Murdering herself.

 

To fall asleep with her books beside her.

People look away.

Avoiding conversations with the awkward girl

shy away like she's a disease.

Even wishing her well could infect them.

Afraid of catching the uncool syndrome.

Nobody listens.

Not family.

Not the world.

Eyes full of loneliness,

And here she is.

Reading about two friends..

hanging out, being childish..having fun.

The girl wishes to have a friend like one,

wondering what it's like to have someone who shares their joys and sorrows with you.

To get angry at silly things and then make up after realizing its silliness.

She gently rubs her tired eyes,

yet never tired of her 'friends' from Baker street, from Forks,

from Hogwarts, from District 12..

Everyone keeps shouting at her to forget them.

They can never understand why she likes it..

Only a fictional crap.

But they don't see what she sees,

No. Lives.

Where they see a bunch of monsters,

she sees the loyalty of the pack to their Alpha.

Where all they see is a bloodsucking monster,

she sees a spark of humanity in his love for the human.

Where they just see a useless wand,

she sees the bravery, the will of the three Sorcerers

to defeat the darkness.

 

No, they Don't.

 

She's a weak girl,

Yet She Isn't. 

 

She's never loved someone.

Yet she knows what Love is.

 

She's traveled to many places, met wonderful people just within the corners of her little mind.

She's a lonely girl....People say.....

 

..Yet She Isn't..