Insecurities

She was a girl who was never enough. Not pretty enough, not smart enough, not nice enough. She wanted everything, but didn't have anything. She wanted people to see the beauty in her, but she didn't have any beauty to begin with. Her mind floats around as her legs walk, but herself, not moving. Her mind, her world is stuck in one place; she runs into it to hide. She tries to put her sadness and her insecurities into words, but they only came out wrong. She wasn't understood; no one can understand her. She was told the world has much more serious problems to deal with: hunger, wars, injustice, corruption, et cetera. She looked back into her mind, saw all those problems, and kept quiet. She didn't have any help. They told her she didn't need any help. She hides in a tiny hut, cuddles herself and watches as her world falls apart, her mind falling into ruins. Nobody helped; she didn't help.

She just watched.