Hidden within the mob that is humanity
I am paper crumpled and folded by the rest of the passersby
The wind picks me up off my feet and drags me against my will I claw at the clouds begging for it to stop when finally the wind calms and I fall
spinning
turning
crashing
the clouds and sky turn black
rain
a droplet hits me and I become frail once again
The storm stops
I am pockmarked with holes
Delicate as lace
if only I was half as beautiful
I try to pick myself up
Paper
Broken
Battered
Bruised
I have fallen but don't know where
Alone
Once I was beautiful colorful and full of enjoyment
But the wind
and the storm
Have worked their magic
And I am tattered
broken
Full of holes
Just a paper girl
Somehow alive
Life without meaning is useless
But what is the meaning of a paper girl
what does it mean to be alive
Am I really?
Scarred
tattered
broken
paper
I am all these things
I am just a paper girl living in the faceless mob we call humanity
