Plain as the wall

This post is for the 25th April as i did not get to post yesterday.

She sits alone, alone on the empty bench alone she is waiting for someone to come , so ever waiting. The people passing by, look at her and look away going about their the daily chores. "will anyone ever care" the young girl cries softly to her self. " will they ever stop" she sobs. Her face has the sign of sorrow over it, covering it. Her smile is adducted by the miserable sorrow, her soul's mask's cover her, as she paints a mask over her face. She must not let anyone see, see the inside. Standing slowly up, the gray sky darkens to match her soul, her gray dark soul, rain pours down to soak her. She slowly walks away, away from the heartless people, crying she passes them, with a look from them she stalks away. Heavy soaked clothes pull her down. The pain soaking down, pulls at her. "will anoyone ever care" "will they notice my pain" she cries. "will they ever know my name" She staggers down the road, quietly and quickly, turns the corner to the empty side road, and slides down the plain wall crying her down to the soul, feeling as plain as the plain wall. " Emma Grace" is my name she whispers.