She is nothing
They don't know about her.
The reason for her
Silence.
The pictures dance across her face,
And still nobody
Sees.
She reaches for a hand that isn't there,
And grabs another fistful of more
Nothing.
Her life is nothing.
So she keeps pretending she's something and
Weeps.
They see her tears but pass by
Without a second
Glance.
She doesn't explain her fear.
Thinking if she was something, she would be
Brave.
They stay silent. And she stays silent.
They watch as her flowering face wilts back to
Nothing.
poem by Lady Hope
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