Arrow Rock Literary Journal

Why don’t you like me?

It was a simple question.

One that did not fall on deaf ears.

The statue, a picture of perfection,

Leaned down, its ears growing.

Why don’t you like me?

I repeated, holding back from crying.

The ears shrunk and the statue said nothing.

My tears fell, knowing I’d get nothing.

Oh, how heartless, how cruel it was,

To be stuck in a home with a statue.

It moved when I didn’t look.

Sang when I’d turn my back.

But when I’d look at it,

Try to interact,

Frozen. Nothing. Silence. Empty.

Why did it not like me?

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Aria Nichole is a student at Lindenwood who is majoring in English with an Emphasis in Creative Writing. When she is not writing or reading, she spends her time with her husband, trying out different restaurants in and around Saint Louis. Someday, she wants to be a New York Times Best Selling Author, own a bookstore, and host fantasy events in the St. Louis area!