Untitled Sonnet

The world in which this girl can only see,

Is far different from that of you and me.

All she can witness is the horror and lies,

She misses life as the eternal time flies.

War, murder, pain all in the news,

The positive only showed by few.

Shadows covering all that is light,

The goodness she doesn’t allow in her sight.

Nothing negative ever happened to her,

To see the bad she would just prefer.

No beats, no pain, no suffering,

But also no good, no joy, no nothing.

She wanders when this feeling will be through,

Until then she’ll stay with a trusted few.