Innocent

Standing there like an innocent girl. Confused and innocent.
Standing there like a piece of wood, can't figure out what's going on. What the hell is going on????
Hows and whys appearing in the mind.
Standing there like a troublesome person, people are pointing their fingers towards her. 
Like a criminal who's being questioned by the police.
As if a prisoner who is helpless.
There's no way to resist. No way to explain.
Trying to explain that it was not her fault. What's the point? They won't even listen to a single word from her.
What to do?
Just standing there and facing the music. Sometime, pretend that she can't listen to a word.
Their eyes locked on hers, mouths mumbling and fingers pointing towards her.
She can't speak up. She ducks her head down and blinks back her tears.
Hiding away the tears from them, she don't want to let them know that she is weak. She can't lose.
She wants to scream, scream at them. Explain everything to them.
When she tries to open her mouth, there's no voice coming out from her throat. Her mouth eventually close in the end. She just nod her head from the beginning till the end. Accept their complaints and dissatisfaction although it was not her fault.
She feels like slapping her face, convincing her that this is just a nightmare. This is not real. Unfortunately, all she can hear is their non-stop mumbling and what she can see is their face with furrow eyebrows. Disappointment and dissatisfaction are potrayed on their face.
Clenching her fist, swallowing the lump in her throat, biting her lips and blinking back her tears.Shrivel.
She is afraid. Afraid of losing their trust. However, they don't trust her anymore. They don't count on her anymore. She is crossed out from the list. She's not one of the cycle anymore.
Why are they doing this to her? This is not her fault. She didn't create the problems. It was someone else. Not her. They are wrong. Misunderstanding in the air.
She hopes there's a proof to prove that they misunderstood her. She hopes there's someone who believes her and understands her.
Unfortunately, there's no one stands on her side. She is alone. She lost them. They leave her.
Pain in the heart, tears rolling down her cheeks and a deep scar forming. Non-stop weeping. Questioning herself. What has she done? Why is this happening to her? Why her?

She will never forget those days she cried. Dropped to her knees and cried badly. She couldn't stop the tears from coming out from the corner of the eyes. Tears kept rolling down whenever she was eating,sleeping, studying,watching television and blogging. Stupid tears. What for crying? It was not her fault. She knew it wasn't hers. She believes herself. That is satisfied.