Exhale

The Inhale

    She's tired of the pretending. She walks and talks as if she has courage and fire within her. Instead, she is thinking constantly. The anxiety, the need, the want, it consumes her. She wants to feel like a friend, a sister, and a daughter. But while she's here she is a nobody. She is either considered entertainment for their amusement, or she hides away. It's hard to go out and smile when all she wants is to stay under the covers. Some people look at her and they see, but they don't speak. They walk away with no intent of knowing her. She has wild storms raging inside her, she has stories and wisdom. But you walk past. You look past her. You know it's safer than to ask. You don't want to throw her a life raft, because if you do that would mean you would actually need to be invested, it would actually mean you would need to care. 

    Their beauty needed to be plucked. For their need. They would be placed upon a bed of water, all together merging into one. No certain individual standing alone. Instead, they are together and with it, it is beauty. Plucked and adored, all for your desire. 

She never realized all she had to do was exhale.