Her Name, Her Eyes

there once was a girl who loved nothing— just a loner. she loved everything that everyone hated, she hid her miseries beneath the smile she wore. she had a lot of friends, but none she could truly call best. she was known only to a few, and hated being in crowds. she may have been blessed with intelligence, but it often led her into spirals of nonsense. she was softhearted toward animals— try to hurt one, and you'd see her cry. weak inside, yet pretending to be strong, she was hard to read— because she mastered the art of hiding. she had big dreams in life, yet stayed in her room, from day 'til night. she was full of flaws and imperfections, insecurity whispered to her every time she faced her reflection. she envied others who knew how to speak— she felt alone, surrounded by her books, her cats, and her favorite music. her name was as precious as her tired, sleepy eyes— eyes that saw everything people tried to hide.