Behind a mask of innocence, I live in hatred and impurity. I wait to find a person to take away that mask and see who I really am. To just scratch the surface is not enough, but you must dig a little deeper to find the real me. The me who is all alone, crying out for attention. The side of me that is craving to be loved. If only someone would look into my eyes. They would be peering through the windows into my soul and they would see me, sitting here alone, reaching out, and waiting for someone to take my hand. I am surrounded by black nothingness. It envelopes me, grabbing hold and dragging me into the darkness. And I scream and cry, but no one hears me and they just walk past me, not even giving me a glance. I fight and struggle against the depression, but I realize that I need someone to just stop and notice me. To take my hand and pull me from the darkness into the light, but no one does. Some have tried, but given up quickly. Others haven't even attempted, because they already know they can't save me. The few that have succeeded have already walked of my life. They gave up on me and I fell back into the darkness.
So I sit in the darkness, looking at the world outside. I watch their judgemental eyes glare at me, but the only see the mask of perfection. If they would stop to look closer what they would see is the real me and most would scowl at the hideous image of a girl, alone and lost in this cruel world.
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