Lonely

She stands alone.

Drowning in a sea of superficial acceptance,

With a deafening undertone of regret.

How far can she bend?

Until she fractures her domain.

She defined her own sense of failure,

Success is a word burned from her skull.

She stands alone.

Loved,

By everything she is,

Yet in love,

With everything she’s not.

She doesn’t see her reflection,

As the realm sees her blessing.

She stands alone.

A creation of her own,

Suffocated by a world,

Of isolated standards.

Happiness,

An impossible feat.

She stands alone.

Grasping on the arms of others,

Praying to save falter.

Flicked wrists keep her down.

She stands alone.

If you cry out for help,

And the world decides not to listen,

Do you make a sound?

She is gone.