The World Is Too Loud

She flourishes in the darkened void,

The only place in which she truly belongs,

Alone within her living destiny,

Banished, forever shrouded; cloaked under her many wrongs.

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The world outside one ill-suited,

An outcast, a social misfit,

Withered from the constant denial, consistently unworthy,

Cowering in silence, hallowed shoulders weary under the heaviness of where the mantle sits.

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She’s accepted her fate,

Found peace out in the backwaters, content in her solitude,

Aware of her limited capacity, her heavy burden to bear,

Veiled from eyes seeking to prove and preclude.

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Her skin is thin, it doesn’t have the ability to shield the truth,

Pretence shrouding the mask she’s always worn,

Her greatest fear of becoming uncovered,

To reveal a soul shattered and forever torn.

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A broken shell of functionality,

A mistress of disguise, tired of the face lifted to the world on show,

Forever wandering, unbidden to overstay her welcome,

To forfeit the weakness she doesn’t want the world to know.

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So, why reach across the centuries now?

When she has not existed in that world for so many years,

She didn’t fit then, so why think she’ll fit now?

Words that should have once been spoken — it’s too late! She no longer wants to hear.

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She cannot be fixed,

Not after being cast aside and killed,

She cannot understand why anyone would attempt to breach the chasm,

Especially by those that burned the bridge and destroyed a little girl’s will.

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She cannot survive outside her solitude,

She no longer has the capacity to be a part of a whole,

Not when it has become the destroyer of peace,

In a world that broke her down and took its toll.