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After being vulnerable,

Then congratulated with cheers and smiling faces,

and conversing with many others,

On her way to meet with more friends,

While walking under the stars,

The girl felt lonely.

She felt so happy,

But she had no one to share her happiness with.

As though she was walking beside an empty space, begging to be filled.

She had good friends.

Who she loved with all her heart.

And they loved her right back.

But they only could listen to so much, they could only understand so much.

They tried to make her feel happy, say all the right things

But they couldn't help but make her cry.

"You're special they say"

But in what way is "special" a compliment?  

They tried to make her feel happy, make her feel somehow better about herself.

But she couldn't see the beautiful in herself.

Her friends insisted they could see it I her, but she, the one who needed it most, couldn't find the angle to view it.

She was left believing she was ugly,

That all the happy people around her, we're not happy with her, but only tolerating people, stuck trying to comfort her,

A nag they couldn't quite shake.

They drifted in, and out of her life, because none could understand the lens in which she saw through.

She couldn't bear the weight of being a burden to so many,

And monsters began to crawl into her head.

Purely self induced terror.

They whispered terrible words into her pretty little head, and over time, she began to listen.

You'll never be good enough they beckoned, don't try to fit in, they don't like you anyway.

And aren't those terrible things to deal with alone?

If only she had someone by her side

Someone to fill that hole, or to at least be there to listen.

All she wants is that person, a person to love, after all, her friends all have one.

And no matter how much they insist that their relationship is special in some way, they are just like the rest.

Their time will come.

It will end.

They will move on,

But that pretty little girl will forever be left behind.

the girl tries to recognize that her time may come as well, that someone will come for her. But she has trouble believing it.

That maybe one day her "prince" will come.

But maybe she's not a princess, and maybe she'll never meet her prince.

And that little girl will be left behind.

She will never grow up.