Thread by @withtheminds

@MadisonMurdoch 's thread

They believe she has got it all figured out.
They choose to ignore how her hands shake

Or how her voice has become small because she will find her way again.
They believe she doesn't need any help.

The only solace she finds is in the sky when the blues become pinks and the clouds are orange.

She dreams that she is as vibrant as the clouds.

She watches the clouds turn into stars and the sun turn into moon. She promises that someday she will be as powerful as the tides.

They believe she has got it all figured out.

So when she sits in her room unsure of what to do she doesn't ask for help because help isn't found.

She's lonely in her anxiety and some days she wishes that people thought she was weak.

But she is the sunshine and she is the moons glow and she will be much more than anyone else.