That little girl, she was healthy, perfect.
Nobody paid her much mind, she was silent,
Yet for some reason, she always feels reject,
Maybe it was because of her being violent.
She never asked for much, just to smile.
Yet that's the one thing she was never granted.
To smile and mean it, just for a little while.
The smile on others, they looked enchanted.
On her 5th birthday, she wished for something,
Not a doll, stuffed animal, or a book,
she wished to be ailing,
ailing enough so that she would be noticed, or given a second look.
She grew, and gradually got worse,
"If nobody notices, it can't be that bad."
She weeps, and keeps writing the next verse.
Yet she's drowning, not in her words but in her sad.
One day, she talks to someone.
"If two people are drowning,
one is drowning less than the other,
aren't they both still drowning?"
Her eyes flash, she hadn't seen it like that,
Yet she still wanted to be sicker,
Maybe someone will see what she's getting at,
and maybe, just maybe, they will pick her.
Jan 6
Jan 6, 2026 at 4:46 PM UTC
That little girl, she was healthy, perfect.
Nobody paid her much mind, she was silent,
Yet for some reason, she always feels reject,
Maybe it was because of her being violent.
She never asked for much, just to smile.
Yet that's the one thing she was never granted.
To smile and mean it, just for a little while.
The smile on others, they looked enchanted.
On her 5th birthday, she wished for something,
Not a doll, stuffed animal, or a book,
she wished to be ailing,
ailing enough so that she would be noticed, or given a second look.
She grew, and gradually got worse,
"If nobody notices, it can't be that bad."
She weeps, and keeps writing the next verse.
Yet she's drowning, not in her words but in her sad.
One day, she talks to someone.
"If two people are drowning,
one is drowning less than the other,
aren't they both still drowning?"
Her eyes flash, she hadn't seen it like that,
Yet she still wanted to be sicker,
Maybe someone will see what she's getting at,
and maybe, just maybe, they will pick her.
Always being the second choice, it doesn't feel good, or actually, who would feel good being the second choice? Those who act all well might just be the ones who need to be rescued from the endless sea. Check on them, and help if you can.
