A crying angel,
Sitting on a cloud,
Looking at the people below.
They are watching her,
They know who she is,
She knows who they are.
She was once like them,
Once walked like them,
Looked like them,
And lived like them.
People below look confused.
The crying angel is different.
She wonders how to live,
She will never be looked at the same way again.
She will probably be treated differently.
She doesn't want that,
She doesn't want change.
No one can stop staring.
She is not a complete angel,
She is only half.
Does that make her half dead?
More people join,
And just look at her.
Just watching her cry.
Is she accepted?
So many eyes,
Not one blink.
The clouds turn Grey,
As well as all the others.
How did this happen?
What once was happy,
Is now unhappy,
Forgotten.
All because we are lost in the angels sadness.
