There's a soul out there, stumbling with the rest.
She wants to feel beautiful but her conscience won't allow it.
She's too busy telling herself,
She'll never be like the wanderers that surround her brokenness.
When jokes are told with tipped heads,
She wants to laugh along but her happiness muscles are torn.
She frowns instead,
to feel the pain she wants to bury.
This soul is confused.
Alone and hopeless.
Wordless and broken.
Help this soul.