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".817Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm8dfteg0Ym
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,817Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0dursLx38c
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. 817Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5mai9MYCrV
She cried, tearing herself apart, while trying to keep a smile locked on.817Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0y0MD7o6IL
"Im fine," she said, with tears streaming down her face.817Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvG1pKnofXb
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.817Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3xdcSGIgn8
They made her okay. Not fine, but at last, Okay.817Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEQ6gW0IIi8
