Sole

You could say that she was definitely the fun one 

The wild one that would talk about anything and do just about anything 

Almost like the Samantha Jones of the group 

But in reality, when he looked at her

He saw the lonely type 

The one that did just about anything 

To fill up the void she didn’t know she had 

Looking inside herself never seemed like an option 

To do so would be admitting that there was something missing 

Something that she would never come to terms with because then it would need fixing 

She just wasn’t the fixing type 

She would just put on as many bandaids as possible 

Knowing that with certain movements the bandaid could become loose 

Start coming off at the edges 

But she wouldn’t dare look at them 

She would just keep on moving 

Broken and alone 

Acting as if she didn’t have a care in the world…

-Bionica