Skeletons In Her Closet

The Little Girl

Wondering how I got here,
Asking for help but even a single voice of mine they tend not to hear.
As if I'm invisible from their own eyes,
Not knowing what, where, why, and how, I blinked a few times.

I pinch myself thinking I might be on a dream,
I was frustrated and upset and there I scream.
But one thing stopped myself from doing it,
A girl looking so confused and stressed out as shit.

Following her not knowing why,
Yet, something inside me tells me to do so I tried.
Something inside me that seems to be familiar to hear neither see,
Instances that are way too familiar on me.

Seing her all alone on the corner of her room,
Listening her favorite tune makes herself comfortable as home.
Listening to music and eating eases her melancholy,
Describing herself as a girl who's plain and ordinary.

A non-expressive person she was,
A few-some great friend she has.
You can see her as an encrypted message without any doubt,
You'll never know, unless you'll decipher the code and it's for you to figure it out.

And there I stood frozen,
As she stood up,unplugged her earphone as if she was observing, way too careful to listen.
She turned around slowly,
Walking straight as she gets near on me

The more steps she take,
the more my breathe neither take.
I was breathing heavily without knowing why,
Yet, she's staring straight in my eyes without breaking no contact, again I don't even know why.

We were few inches apart from each other,
I reached my hand to touch hers but I wonder why she does the same way rather.
As her fingertips touched mine,
A bright foggy-blur air filled all over the places and shivers was sent on my spine.

Then I realized, I was all alone standing,
Standing straight in front of mirror with my hand in the mirror reaching.
Silly! I was way too stupid and dumb to realize I was describing a little girl that's familiar on me,
Yet, the little girl itself was just me.