The ugly truth

She feels like a ghost among the living

With no destination or purpose,

A mind so big deserves much more then

Be simply unnoticed by many.

One more step, and she falls on her feet

Pleading for help and attention,

But the people walk by

She can no longer see

The humanity in human nature.

A lost soul some might say

Blaming a child for trying,

For attempting to fix the broken

While her wrists are bleeding

She’s dying.

So she remains by herself in the dark

Stuck on the ground

No longer flying.

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