She

That girl’s alone; standing on the middle of a full room, but alone. No one looks at her, no one notices she’s there. No one cares about the girl, no one stops to think about her feelings. No one knows her name, no one knows her pain. Everyone thinks of her like another chair. She hears all their voices, she knows all their faces, she knows all their names. She’d love to run away but she can’t. She dreams of the day when she’s finally free, but that day seems fardest everyday. No one hears her crying, no one wonders why she is like that. No one knows that soon her place will be empty. And as usual no one will notice.