September 24, 2015

She's quiet. Really quiet. Some would call her shy.

Sure, she smiles at school, but then comes home and cries.

She thought today would be the day to break out of her shell

finally she would be free

from her silently destructive hell.

Every day, all the same.

Life is like an unfair game.

Everyone else knows how to play,

Everyone except her, anyway.

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