and she stares out her window, watching those below
her heart aches
she cannot join
she wants so badly to
belong
a gaping hole in her
she sees the sky and wonders when it will fall
she sees the day and wonders if it will ever become light
her eyes cry
with no
emotion
her life is a series of clichés
clichés are always right
happiness is lost
she knows that it was not supposed to be like this
she knows
the cloud spreads
poisoning
suffocating
those close to her
whispering
destructive thoughts
in her head
torturing
the allure of life
hollowness
her soul carved out of her
like a pumpkin on
Halloween
her mask
her life
and most
she wants to be more than mediocre
more than
average
more than just
everyone else
she wants so desperately to find herself
that she forgot where she began.