Alone, but never lonely,
A child plays not with toys, but with emotions.
Wipes the tears away from others,
But can't seem to stop hers she,
Always listens but can't find the voice to talk.
The clouds are grey as she stares
Out her own window,
She has always hated the rain.
The sun is long gone but yet she longs
To feel the warmth on her face again.
She can't look at people's hearts, only their minds.
She thought she understood,
But lately she can't understand her thoughts.
On the days where thunder crashes and lightning,
The little girl hides under her covers.
She can't see but it's better than staring the monsters
In the eye.
The blankets muffle the sounds and
She can't hear,
but it's better than listening to the screams of the storm
That drown out her screams too.
An unfixable girl who isn't broken.
A child plays with emotions to find
That they are strong,
Stronger than the little girl.
