Once a sudden whisper of hate.
A sound that lingered in her heart.
Held between potential and expectation.
The sickness of sounds spreads into the
minds of the desirables.
The need to feel wanted
blinds the people who were once great.
Ever since the necessity touched the crowd
they all fell into darkness.
Now they are pulling the individuals down.
These sick people want to make
the different ones feel like outcasts.
The crowd made her sad.
The people lost their humanity.
She never let on how much it hurt.
She never let anyone take away who she was.
They tortured her mind and left her
feeling like a disaster.
I wish this disease of harassment would die.
People should never feel trapped.
Maybe now she's set free.
I dream that she's dancing with angels.