Who is she?
Why is she here?
What is her purpose?
Is she happy?
So many questions come to mind,
Just after one quick glance.
Then the judging begins...
You didn't care to wait for the answer to any of your questions.
Then you hurt her,
Slowly picking at her imperfections.
Did you forget that she has feelings?
Did you forget that she is human to?
We all do this,
Sometimes without even noticing.
What if you were her?
What if she was you?
So many questions,
So little time.
I just want you to understand,
She is like a porcelain doll.
Fragile.
Beautiful.
Easy to look at.
But also easily broken.
And that's exactly what you did.
You broke her.
Tormented her.
Made her feel insecure.
Then the cycle starts all over again.
No one bothered to know her,
Talk to her.
But the day she was gone,
The day when everyone found out what you had done
You turned around,
Confused,
Unaware
And asked
Who is she?
© Neha Singh
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Grade 8
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