What they didn't know.
The way she felt.
Judged, laughed at, talked about.
Creeped under her like a spider on the arm.
The way her parents sought her out.
Punishments, arguments, screaming until there was none left.
The gray color shifting in her mind
Thinking about the days in and outs.
They say she doesn't fit in.
Unincluded, as she very much felt.
The bottom of the bottle being the only way out.
Crying until there's nothing left.
No understanding of life
As many things taken away from her,
Only make the pain stronger.
Hiding her emotions in the music of others,
Like there is no one else.
No one will save her,
Before her time is up.
And all she will ever be is