She just doesn’t know how to hide it,
How to not care, how to shrug her shoulders
And free her soul, even if only for a moment,
She doesn’t know,
And it’s not her fault,
She is how she is.
She knows that she needs the outdoors,
But on another note, she doesn’t know
How people can talk so much,
And how they say the things that they say;
She just doesn’t know, and she lets her anger show,
But it aint her fault,
For she just can’t hide, what she don’t control.
Often times, she sits silently,
Reading articles on her phone…
Often times, I hope that she knows
How much I love her.
All in all, she is who she is,
And enveloped in her silences, she is hard to read,
But I’ll keep trying…
Tell me nothing, tell me silence,
I’ll nod my head, and try my best.