They ask me what is the matter
but the issue is
they look at me as if i’ve grown 2 heads
when I explain everything
They no longer see the light in me
When they hear the full thing
They see me as a dark, quiet hallway.
This quiet hallway’s light is flickering
And her wallpaper is peeling
But she is still beautiful
She needs to be loved
The way she loves and cares for others
Protecting them
With her roof over their heads.
She no longer wants to be a dark empty hallway.
She wants to be decorated beautifully and relit.
- D.