she fills the container she's given
she cannot create her own
she is a mess of tears and pollution
people's actions and words pollute her being
her tears cannot wash away the bad
the sun cannot reach the depths of her pain
most days are stormy and her waves roil and crash
on peaceful days she ceases to exist
evaporates
she wishes words skipped across her surface like a skipping stone
but instead they sink to the bottom most layer
the one that humans never venture to
when it rains it is the tears of others that she collects
she keeps them safe in her liquid heart
but she knows not where to put her own
so she lets them boil until they simply evaporate
into the uncaring air
she has no form
she is not but a water girl