Her face pressed up against the window
Her hair covering her tear-stained cheeks
The people walking straight past her,
Not noticing,
Not caring.
Her heart falling as a smile is not returned
Her soul shattering as a greeting is ignored
The people walking straight past her,
Not accepting,
Not caring.
Her pride lowering as a taunt is thrown her way
Her forgotten dignity hanging by a thread
The people walking straight past her,
Not looking,
Not caring.
Her voice trembling as she chokes out her words
Her eyes full of hope as they approach her
The people walking straight past her,
Not acknowledging,
Not caring.
Her eyes blurry as she runs way
Her spirit dropping as she gives up on life
The people walking straight past her,
Not stopping,
Not caring.
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 8:06 AM UTC
Her face pressed up against the window
Her hair covering her tear-stained cheeks
The people walking straight past her,
Not noticing,
Not caring.
Her heart falling as a smile is not returned
Her soul shattering as a greeting is ignored
The people walking straight past her,
Not accepting,
Not caring.
Her pride lowering as a taunt is thrown her way
Her forgotten dignity hanging by a thread
The people walking straight past her,
Not looking,
Not caring.
Her voice trembling as she chokes out her words
Her eyes full of hope as they approach her
The people walking straight past her,
Not acknowledging,
Not caring.
Her eyes blurry as she runs way
Her spirit dropping as she gives up on life
The people walking straight past her,
Not stopping,
Not caring.
A poem about what it can feel like to be introverted but desperate for connection.