jane

jane was a very smart and charming girl, but that's only when she really wanted to be. for most of the time she was very withdrawn and sullen. happy to dwell in her own little world. away from reality.

the truth is jane had very nice parents. they supported her in her times of self-inflicted peril. they supported her through trite and tumultuous meltdowns. they supported her when they did not know what they could do anymore to help.

i suppose it's not like jane was purposely being a bad daughter. surely, when she was happy and things were good she laughed and smiled and was able to light up a room. that was her magnetism. of course she had friends. for she was a very attractive girl.

jane's woes she could not even herself pinpoint. she went about her things and filled her days with trivial matters. she wanted no more in life and expected nothing. she went out sometimes and put her face on. smiled at boys and they were nice to her. they asked her out to nice places. they bought her nice things. they wanted her to smile because she was so beautiful when she did. but she always laughed and said thank you and that was that.

when she was young, her parents brought her into a psychiatrist to find out more. to find out why their beautiful child was so withdrawn. so sad. jane was vehemently opposed, but she went stubbornly. she answered things that needed to be, but she held her own. firm. solid. a rock.

the psychiatrist put her on some pills, but it made jane dull and listless. she took them to take them because sometimes these things can help.

jane was a very smart and charming girl, but that's only when she really wanted to be. for most the time she was very withdrawn and sullen. happy to dwell in her own little world. away from reality. and maybe that's just the way things are sometimes.