Girl Drowning: Part 1

She is

but a drowning girl.

She is stuck

on the pinwheel of despair.

Her true colours have been effaced.

Help.

She has talent.

That's what they all say.

She has beauty.

That's what everyone says.

But they don't try to see her for her.

They only see the outside.

They don't know she's drowning.

Drowning in a wave of sorrow.

She tries,

they praise.

She is herself,

they object.

They tell her to be good.

That good little mask

they have come to know.

She's just their puppet, their tool

their clown that they can manipulate

however they want.

They never think about her,

how she thinks.

What she thinks.

It's only about how they think.

There once was a girl,

a shell of a girl,

a puppet of a girl,

a clown of a girl,

until, she saw 

the light.