The weight of the world
rests on her shoulders.
As if she was the one
who created.
She blamed herself
for all the bad
all the good.
But mainly all the bad.
She cries for those she
barely knows and those she does.
She carries the weight like
bricks under her skin
She will carry the weight
Until she’s 102… making
her hunchbacked.
She cries for a god
she doesn’t believe in
She’s the silent girl
In the back of the class.
The one who wears
her worries in her eyes
in her smile.