where is your heart?

she. shes the one they wish they were. the one no ones like. they may try. but it doesnt work. always backfires. shes like a ghost. nothing like it. you see her once. and you cant forget it. you cant bring your mind to forget the image. shes always smiling well happy. you cant see the sadness. you cant see the sorrow you see in most people going through a hard time. she cant bring it to her face to cry infront of those around her. she doesnt want the attention. she who sits at home playing guitar and listening to loud music. she knows theres not much to her. shes no puzzle your going to solve. just look a little closer and you might see. not many pay attention to what shes doing. not many know her complete self. ask her and she might tell you. she laughs at the funny things. shes not all stable. falls often but strong enough to pick herself up again just for a higher fall. but what hurts her the most isnt falling in important things but the strength of falling in love. her heart isnt strong enough, no. shes not the usual kid. shes not the usual sunday afternoon. she wears what she wants not whats going round. she listens to unusal music and trys it on her guitar. she wants to move some place away. she wants to start over, it will be hard but better. she can be trusted. shes friendly if you give her a chance. shes not confident but thats okay. shes lost alot in the past years. she feels sorry for them. shes not sorry for herself. shes not that type. she has dreams. dreams or hopes. either one. different but the same. but shes going home some day. shes going to catch the first train home. and leave. everyone. everything. she doesnt know whats home yet. but not here. some place new. away. they probly wont even miss her. its okay though. she'll die someday. gone.