When the stars lose a

bit of their shine

And it comes down on Earth.

A horse will rise.

A horse white as moon.

With a mare grey as a

thundercloud.

Its hooves will sound

like thunder

Nobody knows what really goes on in her mind, her life. In school Sarah is always happy always smiling. To everybody that is Sarah. Home, Sarah is a little different. Home, Sarah is sad, lonely, mean. Every day she is hiding, hiding from those mean words, the icy glare, the horrible thoughts.

Watch them...

The pink magnolia blossoms,

They’re so innocent

Yet we treat them without regards.

Watch us...

Our inner turmoil shaking us,

Like the wind does the magnolia blossom

Uncaring and inevitable.

I wanted to be like everyone else,

Smart, funny, cool.

But when do things cross the line,

From funny to mean,

Or even me to them?

But recently,

It grew harder not to cross the line.

 Harder to fit in.