"I clearly saw the girl,
The girl that they all talk about.


The girl with a petite and frail frame,
Who's muscular looking form, also appeared to be on the verge of malnourishment.

The one who allowed her body to fold in on itself, and feet to drag,
As she shuffled down the hopelessly long hallway.

The girl with pale skin, 
And limp chestnut coloured hair.

The one with those green eyes,
That looked so dull. 
Almost as though, 
All the hope had been sucked out of them.

The cautious,
Wary,
Green eyes that darted around.

The ones that filled with fear.
Fear of how the world in which she built for herself,
Could crumple,
With only three words.
Fear of the people around her,
And the words they spoke.
Fear of being left by someone else,
And being alone once more.
Fear of another heartbreak.
Of another betrayal.

And then I heard the girl,
The girl that they all talk about.

The girl who's sob,
Was filled with despair.

I felt the desperation fill up my being.
Taking over my head,
My heart,
And my body;
Dragging me down,
With every move I made.

And as I finally saw her head on,
I felt the helplessness join in.
Consuming every ounce of my being.

All from the realization,
Of how much of myself I saw within the girl.

Of how much I saw of myself in the girl that they all talk about."

      -An edited version of a poem I wrote in 7th grade