Blue.

As the saints go marching

In the grand parade,

She just sits there watching

Her life float away.

How can she let this happen?

How can she just not see,

The things that are affecting

Her originality.

Words cause her pain

She consumes like air.

She has nothing left to gain

Because nothing is fair.

Why is all this happening?

She wonders till this day,

Things come and go

But this seems to stay.

All the things that made her happy

Make her sad and blue.

Depression comes more and more

And insecurity too.

She tries to keep it all inside

To appear as a normal child,

But all she does is try to hide

From  what she is and how she feels.

-Makenzie ( This is not me)