Scared girl

There is a girl afraid of the world
She sits in her own little hut
Waiting for the world to come
Why won't it arrive?
Because it doesn't know that a lonely girl awaits in her hut

There is a girl I have seen rarely around
I find her ripped by the twigs staring through the window
Once I talked to her about her life
That was the first time she saw me alive
She wears air as if it will hide her
And shuffles on the road like a mouse
All her life she has lived behind
The four walls of her own mind
She expects the world is magical
But it's not palpable enough
So she takes her letters through tiny compartment
And call the mailman her friends

I want to tell her that the world isn't so bad
It is full of beauty hidden to be felt
The world has many strangers dealt
She won't be a bad addition
Maybe if she step out and see
And let her eyes be free
She may find that it is not so difficult
To leave that comfort behind
©solivagant2