“Depressed, sad and gloomy” they called her,
“Pessimistic with no possible cure” they would claim,
A “drama queen” is what they alleged she was,
Her tears were water to their senses as they brought on the blame!
But… If they only knew…
If they could know her story,
The doleful past she had to live,
If they had been there in her days of glory,
When she had so much more to give!
If they only could see the present,
The itchy fury it slowly unfolds,
If they could feel the tremble,
If they would touch her chills and colds!
If only they knew the truth she carried,
Skulking deep under the layers of her skin,
If they only tried to unveil what’s buried,
If they could look farther than their chin!
Just then they would realize the reality,
The truth within the words she spills out,
They would just stop throwing stones,
And pointing hateful fingers burdened with echos of doubt!