She is like a fire in a storm,
Her flame is small but burns
With desire for more than this –
Whatever this is.
Is there anybody out there?
Faces welcome her to join in
And play with new personas,
But they always say goodbye
And never say hello.
She moves from person to person,
Hoping to find a home,
Desperate to meet someone
Who cares just as much as her.
I want to believe someone loves as much as me.
She craves just a single friend
To hear her voice and share her life,
But all she finds are corpses
Who dance among the dead.
She laughs at the thought of loneliness
Because she knows she loves the silence,
Yet she still mourns the goodbyes,
And waits for a new hello.
Why am I always the first to call?
She sways back and forth
In her captivating dress,
Hoping someone will see her
For more than just a pretty face.
Though, her smile does not wane,
And spirited eyes continue to hide
The thought of feeling like a burden
To the people around her.
I am tired of living, but I am still waiting for change.
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