What was it she did wrong?
What made her so different?
Was it her hair, her eyes, the way she dressed or the way she spoke.
What causes me to be this way?
Why was she so alienated from everyone else?
She wanted to know.
Yet still she just wanted someone to see her.
To accept her, to cry with her, to love her for who she is.
Yet she can't, she can't find at least one person that truly understands her.
So she prays, she prays to God for guidance, but she has doubts, so many doubts.
And she can't bring herself to realize that they're just feelings, just words.
And she still cries, every time, she cries to be wanted, to be needed by