It starts out soft
A whisper in a crowd
Single voice crying out for help
Those who hear; ignore
Those who ignore; don’t hear
Spilt is her family
Two whole, but one half
On a line, does she stand
Torn between what she wants
And what she can’t have
Hands thrown up in surrender
Eyes glistening, tears withholding
Pain evident on her face
Voices yelling, screaming
Judging
Her path is split, but not for the better
One way holds pain
The other holds pleasure
A choice to be made
With no turning back
Suffocating, that is her world
Though it wouldn’t be known
The thoughts she thinks
The pain she feels
Hidden behind pretty smiles
They can’t tell
Don’t see
Won’t try
For she is not herself
Only what they decide
She wishes for more
Wants for easier
Aims for salvation
Trys for oblivion
Yet none of it matters
For she is one girl
Standing in a faceless crowd
Mind screaming for direction
Smiles painted on reaction
Never choosing, but always standing
On the line, in between