BadToyMural

She was that girl

That girl with the

Peculiar sense of fashion and

Usually day glo hair

Quiet and shy, she kept to herself

She loved some people once

The wrong people once

She loved them the way she knew how

And she gave to them

And she gave and she gave

Until she had nothing left to give

When she reached out her hand

Seeking to be replenished for all she gave

She received nothing but ill will

And malice

So eventually

(Tho likely years too late)

She moved on

Seeking to no longer be a doormat, she sought help

She sought shelter

She sought peace

Tho now she has learned

The people she loved back then

Had very loud mouths

With still the same malice

“Perhaps one day”

She told herself

“Perhaps one day, someone will want to know the real me

Until then,

At least I have my cat”

This cat was no ordinary cat

This tiny little cat, the runt of the litter

Guarded her

Watched out for her

That girl

The odd girl

The one many looked down upon

The

Odd girl with too much color

Too much emotion

Too many stories

You’re just too much!

They’d often tell her

And they said this

Because they had nothing

While she had

So very much