As you see the personalities
FLASH
through her eyes;
all you can think of, a question.
Simple but yet hard.
How many are there?
You can see the burning in her eyes now.
Screaming for help but always silent.
The flash of her words go by…
harsh and cruel.
Now their as soft as a butterflies kiss…
Sweet with a honey smooth sound…
And a tear running down her cheek.
Dark cold eyes returning as someone screams and yells at her.
Now she’s gone
with no hope of ever returning
to what she might have been.
There’s a frown on her face…
Scorning anyone who speaks
with a mean to condescending voice toward her.
She’s cut off in her own little world; her own little bubble.

 
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