𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚆𝚁𝙾𝙽𝙶, 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢. 𝙰𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚙 𝚒𝚝: 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎, 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚡𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚢.

➪︎𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣⌫︎

A girl.
She always believed:
But that was before-
Before her mind became apart of the
dark whirl.

The light.
It showed innocence: purity.
At a young age, spotlight.
She had friends,
friends back then.

First fight.
One of the things that broken,
that had broken her
beautiful light. A world:
with fright.

First flight.
First flight, a first flight into something-
something new.
But what she didn't know,
Is that it broke her too.

The flight,
The fight,
The fright,
But she put it past her.
Or at least she thought she did.

She moved,
To the mountain.
She loved it there.
But she finally realized she was broke,
As her parents smoke.

She grabbed a knife.
She really wanted to end her life.
But something stopped her.
She sighed.
She left for school.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

She moved back.
Back from the mountain.
Her friends from then,
Still there.
Still here.

She felt safe.
She felt at home.
But life's not always a sweet coffee,
Not always a sweet coffee from a
sweet cafe.

She didn't move,
She was still here.
Still there.
Still in town.
But her school....

It changed for her.
Her new school,
All of the people thought they were too cool.
Her spotlight.
Gone.

She only knew one person;
But soon he thought he was cool,
too.
She had friends,
But life's not a sweet cafe;
because they were fake.

Infact, the one that she meet first:
apparently that girl had a thirst:
A thirst for the spotlight.
Her love for her lifelight:
Flickering.

She was in the shadows.
Not noticed.
Not loved.
Flicker, flicker,
As the others:

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

All they did was:
Bicker, bicker.
Once again:
Not noticing her.
Until...

A boy.
He was nice:
But don't think this is a love story,
And that he was her type.
Friends.

Finally.
Another, all three,
Sharing the shadows.
Together.
The girl though, took an interest in her.

The girl:
Confessed.
The first:
Confused.
But not wanting to hurt,

The first:
said sure.
Exchanged numbers.
That's where it went;
all downhill.

Exchanged numbers.
Hey:
A picture.
Give me one.
No.

Please?
Fine.
Exchanged numbers.
Exchanged pictures.
The other girl:
Was a little monster.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The girl.
She felt guilt,
guilt for what she had done.
She told someone,
and hoped they wouldn't tell everyone.

The someone:
The someone was the girl,
the girl that she had met first.
The girl that had a thirst:
For the spotlight.

The girl with guilt for what she had done.
The whispers, and the truth had gotten to everyone.
One of the fake friends,
Went up to her.
The girl with guilt should have known the other could have told anyone.

They wanted her to tell.
She wanted to keep silent.
So they told it for her.
But she didn't want it to be told.
Guilt...

Fright.
Spotlight.
Put them together,
And you have a scary show.
Lifelight.

Lifelight:
Flicker, flicker.
Spotlight:
Flicker, flicker.
Other kids behind her:

Snicker, snicker.
More kids:
Bicker, bicker.
It was too much,
especially for her.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Fright.
Flight.
Spotlight.
Lifelight.
All broken.

Police.
Principal.
Talking.
She hoped that was all.
All.

No, no it wasn't.
Not at all, it couldn't.
Once her cousins called her lucky,
But she was feeling really unlucky.
Especially now.

Especially now,
With a girl,
Telling her she had told lies,
Lies to the principal.
When really she was the one that wanted to be silent.

Silent.
Quiet.
That's all the girl is now,
Rumors about her all around now,
But she doesn't care.
Or well, actually, she does.

She cares a lot.
She can hear.
And she still hears about the incident,
Even though it's been years.
She still hears it in her ears.

She thinks she was the monster,
sending the picture.
Hell, even exchanging numbers.
She sits there,
B̶r̶o̶k̶e̶n̶.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢. :𝙳

𝚈𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎. 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙷𝚄𝙶𝙴 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚜.

ZulaWolf32? Maybe you wanna read this really bad writing? :')

ItsRyan69420 maybe you too?

Ehh... and maybe burma_the_burmeses? :/

Oof idk anymore so-