Does it Matter?

Pure loneliness

Seeing her as an outcast

But really she's just wearing a full body cast

Letting her emotions seep deeper and deeper

Who is the soul to her keeper?

People looking upon her with nothing but judgement

And of that she catches a scent

The aroma of loneliness 

Leaving her heart motionless

In her head she gives up and drops to the ground

Thinking that she'd never be found

But in reality she just kept walking

Not letting anyone on the outside know that on the inside she was sulking 

Missing the times where she didn't have to worry

Because life was not a rush, no one was in a hurry

But now she was

Only because

She was full of doubt

Stuck in this life when all she wanted was to get out

Screaming

Crying

Banging on the walls

Desperately yelling, from the inside she calls

HELP

HELP

No one hears

No one comes near

Shaking the bars of this prison

No one will listen

She's doing life without parole

It's nothing she can or ever will be able to control

She believes forever she will be alone

What she doesn't know is that it goes down to the core, to the bone

She figures it out

Now knowing without a doubt

She doesn't care

Nor will she ever share

Her secrets

No one will know her weakness

No one will know her history

Some things are better left a mystery

Reviews

[ashleymarie]

Nothing but pure luck C:
I didn't see the imagery, but thank you. It's always good to get an outside look on things.

[Zoltan]

Well expressed. I can almost 'see her'.
(Funny coincidence is, that it reminds me a lot of a main character in my book. Pure luck? :) )