There once was a girl
She had asked, “What?”
“What?”, you may say.
Well, she was wondering
what her life was for,
what she was here for,
what will she ever accomplish.
           Just what

She was very quiet and kept to herself.
She never told anyone about her questions.
She never told anyone about her pain, her worries, her sorrow.
They only saw what she let them.
Her eyes were shields, her lips sealed.
Her words never betraying her true feelings,
unless, yes, unless she wanted them to.

Only then did they know.
Happiness was the only emotion that she showed.
Not sorrow not pain not even fear…only happiness
Until one day there, there was this boy.
You may laugh, but yes, there was a boy.
He was wonderful. And well,
He could see straight through her-
into her deepest depths.
No one had ever seen past her shielded eyes-
not even her closest friends.

She began to talk more and to laugh for real
The boy and the girl became great friends, but she wanted more
She loved every part of him:
sis speech, his eyes, his attitude.

But he never noticed.
He was always too busy with the “pretty” girls-
not the girl that loved him- just the pretty girls
But one day one of the “pretty” girls was trapped.
The boy was too big, so he could not reach her.
So the girl, even though, she was jealous that “pretty” girls

she saved her.

Then when no thanks were said,
she slowly walked away and, and that question came back:
What is my life for?
To get past hatred and do the right thing
What am I here for?
To save people
What will I accomplish?
Saving someone’s life


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