Lucy II

The lack of respect for human beings like you and I started driving her nuts.
All she ever asked for was her right to be someone. But people keep stealing it away from her hands, shattering her pride and bringing her to tears in a minute. People keep holding her down under her bed, unable to grow or to feel the sunlight at her face. People are turning her from a sweet little sympathetic and caring girl into an antisocial little freak. People who don't want her between their groups, who maybe see in her some kind of threat to their peaceful lifes and just try to get to the root of the matter by suppressing her in every single way possible. She just wonders if it will ever heal, or if things will ever change, as she can't be someone else. She accepts her identity as her own self, unchangeable and solid. She won't pretend either, even though it would make surviving much easier. She will just lay there, silent, observing and taking notes. Not a part of the crowd, never - her own world has no public at all. She just didn't realize yet how dangerous it is to keep a whole universe to yourself while being held down by everyone else.

She wishes her ideas could come out in colorful waves of pink, yellow, green and blue.