quiet girl
AHHHHHHHH
SHE SCREAMED IT ALL OUT
AHHHHH
AAHHH
AHH
AAHHHHHHHHHHHHH
THE WORLD BLURRED
SHE DIDN'T BOTHER TO STOP THE TEARS
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HER WHOLE BODY SHOOK
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HER SCREAMS ECHOED
THEY SEEMED FAR AWAY
WAS SHE EVEN THE ONE SCREAMING
AHHHHHHHHHHHHH
THE HOT TEARS FELL OFF HER FACE AS HER BODY SHOOK VIOLENTLY
AHHHH
SADNESS BEGANE TO TAKE OVER
AHH
SHE STARTED TO CRUMBLE TO THE GROUND
BUT HER EYES OPENED
AND SHE SAW WHERE SHE WAS AGAIN
ALL OF THE JOKES ALL OF THE TEASING ALL OF THE LOOKS THE WHISPERING THE HUGS WITHOUT HER IT ALL COURSED
THROUGH HER
HARDER THEN EVER BEFORE
SHE HAD A CHOICE
CRY, BE THE INNOCENT GIRL THEY EXPECTED HER TO BE, HIDE EHO SHE REALLY WAS, BE quite
OR
SCREAM.
BE WHO SHE REALLY WAS
LET IT ALL OUT
LET THIS BE THE LAST TIME SHE HURT BECAUSE SHE WAS LEFT OHT OF A HUG
LET THIS BE THE LAST TIME SHE SMILED SO NO ONE CALLED HER EMO
SO NO ONE LAUGHED
LET THIS BE THE LAST TIME SHE GAVE UP
THE LAST TIME SHSE TOLD HERSELF SHE COUODNT WIN
THE LAST TIME SHE LOST
AND THE ONLY TIME SHE WON
THE WORLD FLASHED BEFORE HER
EVERY HANDSHAKE FIGHTING BACK TEARS
EVERY HIGH FIVE FORCING HERSELF TO SMILE
EVERY HUG, TELLING HERSELF IT WAS OK, AND EVERYHUG TELLING HERSELF IT WASNT
EVERY TIME HER HEART BROKEN
EVERYTIME HER PAIN HIDDEN
EVERYTHING SHE FELT
NEVER UNDER STOOD
SHE SHOULD MAKE THEM UNDERSTAND
SCREAM IT OUT
SHE COULD DO IT
AHH-
NO.
IT WOULDNT CHANGE ANYTHING
THERE WAS NO WINNING
NO WAY TO GET EHAT YOU WANTED WHEN IT CONFLICTED WITH WHAT SOMEONE ELSE DID
SO DID SHE SCREAM
DID SHE HAVE ENOUGH OF HERSELF LEFT TO EVEB CARE? HAD SHE HIDDEN SO MUCH OF HERSELF AWAY THAT SHE HAD
NOTHING LEFT?
THAT SHE HAD NO PERSONALITY
SHE WAS BORING?
SCREAM.
SCREAM.
SAY IT ALL.
BE LOUD.
IM NOT BORING. I JUST WANT YOU TO LIKE ME SO BADLY THAT I HIDE EVERYTHING ABOUT MYSELF THAT I THINK COULD
MAKE YOU DISLIKE ME. I WANT SO MUCH TO BE YOUR EVERYTHING THAT IVE TURNED MYSELF INTO NOTHING. IM SORRY I
CARE SO MUCH. IM SORRY IVE MADE MYSELF NOT GOOD ENOUGH IN THE PROCESS OF TRYING TO BE GOOD ENOUFH. I ONLY
HAVE ONE QUESTION. WILL I EVER BE ABLE TO BE GOOD ENOUGH?
she thought as she fell to the ground in a puddle of tears
Ther world went on around her
Never hearing her
Never listening
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