The Stain

‘They don’t know you are behind these walls crying. They only see glimpses of you here and there. Assuming you are cold and of aires. When you are really as bare as the soil, kind as the dove, and warm as the sun. But hidden away. Not within these walls, but inside your own skin, behind your small and meek smile. Locked away in your heart and trapped inside your mind. All the voices you can't escape. All of the squeezing your heart could no longer take. There. They don’t know. They can’t. So they get glimpses and make assumptions. It’s okay, it's better that way. For now. But just maybe, maybe one day it won't be this way. And you can brave all the things you crave. And step from behind these walls, leaving your tears in a stain. Remnants of a girls pain.’