Black Sheep

She travelled on this road for too long now.
She thought it's the right one.
The only one for her.
She was mistaken.
She ran away her whole life long.
Avoided others and herself.
She wanted to please them.
She wanted to be loved by them.
But she was different.
From the moment she was born.
In one night she lost her best friend.
The other night she lost her love.
She lost her heart one day.
And her mind the other.
No one understood her.
No one except her.
The mindless girl never minded her being different.
They had no chance of being happy.
People fear the unknown.
They saw them the way they wanted to.
The Saint and the Witch.
Good and Evil.
Are people born wicked?
Do they even know what's good and what's evil?
No one knew.
Except her.
She knew she was wicked as she stood on the balcony.
She knew where her yellow brick road ended.
She closed her eyes.
Tears.
No one understood the wickedness upon her.
Thoughtless people ruled by a thoughtful girl.
A heartbroken girl.
She climbed the railing.
No one heard the sound of her soul cracking under pressure.
No one heard the sound of shattering hope that night.

Pretty girls should be seen, not heard.

R&R