Maybe she isn’t so mad at all
I look at her, everyone says that she is crazy, but when I look at her I see someone oddly at peace. As though everyone else in the world are the weird ones.
“She laughs too much,” people say. But when I look in her eyes, I see an old soul, as if she has seen many things wrong about this world, but she has also seen beautiful things. Things that no one else in this world will ever be able to appreciate. The kind of things someone can only appreciate if they have been tormented.
“She is too quiet,” people say. I see someone who waits to speak until she knows the facts, that does not want to say something that can hurt someone when she does not know all the details.
I see a girl that she stops in the moment, listens to the music that no one else notices, and decides which marigold is her favorite among a sea of marigolds. A girl that has seen pain but has survived. A girl that is quiet, so she can hear what someone is not saying. Others say she is weird, but she might be the most normal of all.