Little Anna

She feels neglected.
She feels lost.
Everyone hates her.
She hates being hated.
She hates everyone that hate her.
It's all a tumbled mess.
She's messing up her life,
sweetly, slowly, surely.
It's certain this time it isn't the stress.
With the stress removed, its worse than before.
All these brave fronts, she can take no longer.
It's time for a break from reality.
All these darts aiming at her.
She's feeling it.
All the menacing glares, the hurtful actions.
She needs a break from those.
The joy and laughter she never has had.
She knelted down and fresh tears pour.
The widening scope, its cutting dangerously.

But all that is only in her head.
It never did happened.
Everyone loved her,
she's just messing things up.
Sometimes, her greatest fear is her manipulative mind.
Her active, imaginative mind that always paint stories.
Has her mind taken over her heart, she'd have died, horribly, miserably.
It's all a perception.
It's all wrong.
Little Anna have to face it,
she has to follow her heart, before her mind dominates.