With eyes colors of hazel and exhaustion,
She picks herself up again
Speaking words thought to be too substantial for her to handle
And too complex for her to comprehend.
She screams at the world to let her feel what she feels.
They say honesty is the best policy
So why criticize her for being real?
The pressure to please every person
Overwhelms her entire being,
Branding her a failure and a screw-up
When what she produces doesn't reach their impossibly high standards.
Again she screams to the world,
"Why won't you leave me alone? Why? Why?"
The one who could save her,
He isn't concerned.
No attention is paid,
Only silence hangs between them
Like an overcast cloud trying to find the strength to make it.
Acting as a fighter,
She finds the nerve to stand up for herself
Once in a blue moon.
But everyone questions her motives.
Her words leave no impression,
Their words leave scars.
So she floats away into oblivion,
What difference has she made?
Just another voiceless follower giving up the fight.
And he is left behind,
With the conversation already forgotten.
They say be who you are
Just as long as it's how they want you to be.
With no sparkle in her eye
And only sorrow in her heart,
She sits quietly in existence,
A lost identity in a sea of conformity.