The Girl Who Has No Name

The stinging sensation

of tears

hits her.

Without warning, without reason,
they come,

come and mark her out, come and marr her already imperfect look, come and break what little spirit she has left.

She didn't even recall being sad.

But watching that girl,
cry, on stage,

watching a complete stranger, unveil herself to the world,

just sets her off.

Nothing is done to stop the flow of tears,
tears trailing down her cheeks.
dripping from her chin and wetting her school jersey,
tears,

that make others stare and whisper.

But she sits there like a statue,

and come midnight,
come midnight she is sitting in her room,
still crying,

all because,
of that girl who has no name.