Things have changed a lot,
once a human in existence,
now a desperate soul crying out "help."
The sounds are never heard,
just as an ants footsteps.
She cries, yet nobodies choices to help her reflect.
"Different" is what they called her,
"lonely" is how they saw her,
and
"hopeless" is how she saw herself.
We were connected somehow,
not by fate,
but by similarities.
-a.w-