Clouds have gathered with so much darkness, stripping her from her rainbow days. Full of laughter, smiles, and actions. Now all she wants is to be left alone, to be left in silence.
She’s tired of voices. She’s tired of rules. She’s tired of having to follow the norms that people have set. She’s tired of being attacked because of every word she says. No more judgement, no more comments, no more people trying to mold her thoughts.
She’s trying to break out, break away from the words that are bringing her down. Yet they tend to follow her, they tend to be in every sentence that a person says.
She wants to be let free, to live the way she pleases. To believe in what convinces her, and to act the way she feels is right. That’s what she wants, her rights. Her rights to be the person she wants to be. Her rights to love who she wants, pray to who she wants, say what she wants, and live the way she wants.
She’s not fighting with the world, or with a nation, she’s fighting with a person who is trying to bottle her up. Trying to block her rays of sun, and destory her creative side. She’s fighting with a person who is trying to clip her wings and make her feeling like she is no one special. Like she’s not capable of much.
The day will come when her eyes will light up again, when her lips will smile and her laughter will ring. But for now, all she wants is to be left alone, to be left in silence.