That One Girl

the dumb girl

She didn’t know how to love.
What even is love?
You can’t see it, you can’t feel it,
you can’t touch it, you can’t hear it…
can you?

She never knew what it felt like to be seen.
She was always a shadow.
Always close, yet never noticed.
There, but never truly present.

What does it feel like when people care about you?
Would they care if you fell and skinned your knee,
like you did in the 2nd grade—
when no one cared?

Would they care when you cry,
like you did in the middle of the English lesson,
because everything feels so overwhelming,
and still, no one cares?

She doesn’t know what it means
to be satisfied with herself.
Her nose is too big,
her eyes too small,
her skin too red and oily,
her lashes too short and straight,
her tummy too big,
her personality too overwhelming, too much—
yet somehow never enough.

She can’t do anything right
because she never learned how to.
But how could she?

In the end,she's just a dumb girl