People always looked at her, their heads tilted,
she hid her face behind a book, escaping from interaction.
When they looked at her, their first thought was "mouse".754Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwN6YvdyC2G
For she was tiny, shy and quiet, her voice barely a whisper.
When they first met her, they learned a lot.
They learned she had a lot to say, but instead she kept quiet.
They learned she hated herself, but she just kept herself locked away,754Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUsPOvdIaHV
for fear she would be a burden to them.
They slowly pulled her out, but she got worse.
She damaged her skin.
They kept her breathing, but she just pulled away, locking herself away. 754Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2XoeN8y8HF
She cried, tearing herself apart, while trying to keep a smile locked on.754Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuAOAPCEe9u
"Im fine," she said, with tears streaming down her face.754Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCms8FPaUJT
She lied.
And then they started to pull her out.
They wiped her tears, made her laugh.
They held her, and her tears stopped.
She stopped damaging her skin.
They helped her and she helped them.
She began to smile, and the darkness she lived in went away.
She put her thoughts on paper in swirls of colors and written words.
She became better, slowly.
But now she's okay.
Her heart is no longer heavy.
She loves them.
They love her.
She smiles often.754Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhmf2rejBrg
They made her okay. Not fine, but at last, Okay.754Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgJDD5oWSMg
