She Bangs on the Door

She bangs on the door

Her insides burning like the candles at the memorial of her birth

The beginning of Life itself became death in an instant

She didn't ask to be brought to earth

Now that she breathes, the only thing left to do is search

Where is the compassion that was so effortlessly promised by two souls that intertwined to birth this gem?

The unconditional love that one begs for after watching the movies?

The deep effect of butterflies in the stomach that soon releases itself into every bone of the body?

Her hair as soft as cotton, face of an angel, and body a perfectly drawn piece of art

She bangs on the door while they purposely cover their ears

Her worth exceeds her perception of who she is

If only she knew........

She covers her eyes like a child during an inappropriate scene

Is she seen?

What will it take to be noticed?.....

Sometimes she forgets her own name

Startled is the word to use when she looks in the mirror

An incomplete organ with no function

A warm floating vessel with zero purpose

Unexplained demons never tamed

She blurs it out of desperation, while her insides attack her full existence

Just smile and wave they say

The hypocrisy disgusts her

Keep quiet while the devil himself breaks every rule known to man.....

Sweep it under the rug while the world rapes her....

How about you sand all of her past away until cancerous lumps lay flat and smooth

You can't?....You won't?

Then let her be....