She watches in silence as the world goes by. Foreign faces stare at her and unknown voices call her name. She is rare and beautiful, they say. Yet she will never feel this way.
She feels trapped in her world; confined in her frame. She listens as they say that she is one of a kind. She hears them as they judge her ceaselessly and pick apart her every flaw.
She cannot move her lips and speak the words that fill her thoughts. She cannot advert their scrutinizing gazes. She cannot blink away the tears.
She is rare and beautiful, they say. A picture worth a thousand words.
A thousand words they say to her, yet she cannot say one. She cannot close her eyes to find her solitude. She cannot yell. She cannot fight. She?s immortal and invincible.
She is one of a kind. A picture worth a thousand words.
She is rare and beautiful, they say. Yet she will never feel this way.
