The forgotten girl

Someday one feel insignificant, feeling forgotten by everyone.

Weaving herself a cloak of insecurities to hide herself.
She is alone, Does she not deserve a little attention from her loved ones.
Others call it ego, low self esteem or possessiveness.
One can name it many things.
It might be out of love, or anger or feeling insignificant, insecure.

Don’t cruciate the petty one for things she hope for.
She has never troubled anyone in her sickness or despair but sometimes she put out these tantrums to seek your regard.
Give her a call sometime other than to just give chores around the house. Just a little regard of caring “how’re you” is all she wish for.
Never have anyone seen her pain.
She may have let loose her rage at you, but only to let her relieve the storming agony inside of her.

Somedays she is at her worst, depressed, lost in the dark, never finding the light to guide her.
She feels herself to be the worst sinner in the world.
She is in agony. Noone can help her, but herself. I wish you could.
She tries to be better, then the resolutions peel off faster than the petals of a lily.
Give her some time.
Maybe one day she will be herself again.
The better her.