Struggling to be Wanted

As I stare into sad eyes I see a struggling child.
Struggling from the neglect and hatred of society.
She thinks no one likes her, like she is just another ordinary person
            with nothing about her.
As I stare longer, harder I start to feel what she is feeling,
            she is all bottled up inside
            making sure not to let out any anger or sadness,
            fearing no one will understand.
I just want to hold her and say everything will be ok but she pushes me away
            thinking I know nothing.
I am sad for her, if only she would talk to me.
For I am not like the others, I know what this girl is going through,
            how she is feeling.
As I tell her this she smiles, knowing she is loved.

~Stephanie S