She talked about stars, moon and skies. But no one wanted to listen because all they wanted to hear was how much money her pocket can hold.
She wrote a poem, but all they said was, “It’s too deep.”. Nothing more, nothing less.
She sang her favorite song because she wanted them to understand the lyrics.
But all they cared was how her voice became flat on some notes.
She told them that she found sunsets and sunrises both magnificent. But all they noticed was that she didn’t wear any make up, and they said that made her so plain and simple. They made it sound like a sin.
She showed them all the wonderful stolen shots she have taken.
But all they did was ignored it and then asked for another photo, because this time they will strike a pose, so that the world will see how “happy” they are.
Eventually, she stopped reaching out.
She did her favorite things secretly, that no one knows her personally, should see.
But they kept on wondering why she chose to distance herself from them, who obviously didn’t really appreciate and understand her.