A new tone of gray.
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.
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.