(For the girls who were never allowed to be just a girl)

The girl no one hears from.

The girl who always takes the blame.

The girl who cries silent tears in the darkness.

The one who matured before her age.

The girl who was surviving long before she ever learned how to live.

The girl who never asked for anything —

Yet was expected to give everything.

The girl who tried too hard to fit in,

But never truly belonged.

The girl who blended in just to make others comfortable.

The girl who gave her all but received nothing in return —

Always left hollow, even after doing everything right.

The girl who gave without asking,

Hoping someone would take care of what she offered —

But they never did.

They walked all over it, each time leaving her more shattered.

The girl who gave her all,

Just to be accepted.

The girl who lived for others,

“The imagination is not a state: it is the human existence itself.” ― William Blake