She tries.

They aren't satisfied with themselves.
The way they walk, talk, or wear their hair.
Envied by all.
She creeps into the ears of others.
Dropping unsettling comments which reach the soul.
I wonder why her cry is so renounced.
What have those eyes seen that she cannot speak about.
Her lips have touched those that she wasn't suppose to.
It all come crashing down.
The pain, inside.
She wonders why now...she's misunderstood.
Her cries are taken for something other than the intent.
She muffles them into her pillow.
Tears fused with pillow.
No longer can she breath.
No longer can she be...alive.