Why Don’t You Ask?

Who is this quiet girl?
The one with the scars
What makes her so deplorable?
Why is she so marred?

Why don’t you ask her?
“What is your life story?”
Are you afraid to stir
A pot already overflowing?

Do you know sometimes
That’s all she needs?
A kind caring stranger
To let her feel seen

But you stay away
You never seem to think
About her or the fray
She keeps underneath

Why do you ignore
Her transparent mask?
Can you not see
She wants you to ask?

But you are repulsed
With no obvious cause
Why are you appalled
By someone so small?

Is it this aura of death she carries?
That drives you off far
That she can’t take a breath or share
Her stories of adventure?

She can’t understand
Why she’s so deficient?
What makes her not worth a hand?
Not worth your patience

If you tell her why she is wrong
She will try and fix it
She will try and get along
Changing herself to fit in

Nothing matters more
Than not being alone
She won’t be a bore
She won’t weigh you down

But you deny her your interest
Like a leper she is cast aside
By anyone from whom she craves glance
You won’t even meet her eyes

Why do you do this?
Why do you torture her so?
She cannot rest
Because you show

That she is doesn’t have anything to give
Doesn’t have anything to offer
She has no reason to live
There is no reason for her to suffer

Why must she raise the blade?
Why must she light the match?
Was there not a promise made?
Does she not have a reason to last?

Unseen, she decides
What must be done
No more life
Death has won

Why is she swallowing the pills?
Why is the rope around her neck?
She is done with this brief hell
But will you even check that she is dead?