The Shadow

Her face went red,

instead of it's normal paleness like bread,

as she stood inbetween a group,

who stole her pride; she was petrified.

Instead of support, jibes came out from those who watched.

Fingers were pointing like the arms of a clock.

Tears were forming,

as well as her fears.

She ran away, past others, past the crowds of people as they chatted.

Past a concerned boy and girl,

Who wondered,

Why the others ignored her like a shadow,

but praised her flaws and differences...

6.6.2020