I tried, sincerely,
I tried, sincerely, I did.
But I could not help her.
She wanders alone
She wanders alone now
She wanders alone now, because she is the lone wolf.
People told her what to be
People told her what to be not literally what to be
People told her what to be not literally what to be just a comment about what she seemed to be
and she, trying to be whom they all saw,
I could only sit back and watch as her family and counselor called her a lone wolf
People called her weird, so she allowed weird thoughts to become her essence
Her sis and friends called her dirty minded when she said something not PG13
She hated herself for it, for becoming dirty minded
She hated herself for tasting the wine of listening to others
She hated herself most for being herself
She hid all of this from most people
People saw her, mainly, as thoughtful, kind, and quiet
But then you arrive
But then you arrive, which, honestly, was kind of annoying
You were so kind to her
You are so kind to her
I watched her as she told you how she felt
And you just said that you would help her
Her. She who knows more about you than you do her
I noticed the distance between her and I close, only a few inches, the more she talked.
Sometimes, I wanted to kick her in the mouth for saying the wrong thing that set progress backwards ten feet
But still, the closer we got, the closer she was to being a shell that is living
She took chances to become what she is now
She took chances to become what she is. Now
now she is trying to undo it all
when she should be pushing forward