A faceless girl in a faceless world.

She looks like all the others,

Talks like all the others,

Thinks like all the others,

Yet, she can’t seem to find her place.

Even in a world where everything is the same,

Where everything is a tone of gray,

The aching in her chest remains.

When she lets go of a sigh,

Her feelings are shown through her eyes.

It’s only then that she will begin to realize,

She was trying too hard.

Trying too hard to fit in,

In a world where she was meant to stand out.

A yellow flower in a field of weeds.

No matter how much gray ink she stains her skin with,

It will never be able to hide who she is.

However,

With every difference, there is always a risk,

The risk of disappearing,

Disappearing and being forgotten.

Because not everyone can handle change.

Especially the ones who watch over them.