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".969Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeLH40CYQFQ
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,969Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvenkoIY7Em
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. 969Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHNbohk9sFs
She cried, tearing herself apart, while trying to keep a smile locked on.969Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ64y8x1UtDD
"Im fine," she said, with tears streaming down her face.969Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbJUi6xv3ld
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.969Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsdfFIyv9R5
They made her okay. Not fine, but at last, Okay.969Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM7X3ZaIihI
