Little Girl.

There is an awkward little girl bearing a straw hat who's looking for something.
She walks and walks, all this time she has always been alone.
She walks and walks, and sometimes wonders why she's alone.

There are times when the little girl stops to look at that dandelion floating along the wind.
Her eyes glimmers and sparkles as she admires its simplicity.
She has always reached out her hand but has always quickly pulled it back.
She has always been terrified if she touches it, she will taint its purity.

So instead, she just turns around and walks.
She walks and walks, even though it hurts her to leave.
She walks and walks, and sometimes she turns back once or twice.

Today, the little girl arrives at the field of golden wheat.
She beams when she sees some figures amongst the field.
Thinking, 'Are they who I'm looking for?'

She hums as she skips across the grass.
Unknowingly, she bumps into a transparent glass.
She pulls herself up and stares at it.
Raising her hand almost hesitantly, she touches the glass.
She then glances up, wondering if she could see the top of the glass.
And although she squints and jumps, she could never see its top.

This is not the first time she's seen such glass.
And there were times when she could see the top of the glass.
But most times, she couldn't do so.

She tries to knock, kick, and hit her way through the glass.
Her desperation showing almost too obviously.
But no matter how hard she knocks, the glass doesn't even make a sound.

So in desperation, she leans her head on the glass.
Tired of trying, she whispers softly to herself.
"I'm going to try again."

Just when she is about to knock again,
the glass shatters.
It crumbles into tiny shiny dust,
and flies away with the wind.

She jumps happily and makes her way through the golden field.
She then calls out cheerfully,
"Hello!"

But no one answers,
And as she gets closer,
she realizes,
They aren't the ones she's looking for.

She looks at the figures carefully,
And they all stare back with their permanent artificial smiles.
Disappointed, she is, but she has to be strong,
So she leaves like nothing is wrong.

As she walks further from them,
She thought she hears whispers.
So she turns back and sees,
That the figures starts conversing merrily.

The awkward little girl with a straw hat keeps walking.
She walks and walks, and wonders what she's looking for.
She walks and walks, with high hopes of growing strong as she continues walking.