Unwanted
By Cebeara03
Quietly she sits In the corner, Slightly out of view. Not even wandering eyes, Travel to where she hides. No one dares to even talk to her- "She's so wierd.." They whisper as they stride past her, As if they are superior in some way. If they only knew how cruel Just a few words can be. She's been told she lives In her own contained little world- She wouldn't... If someone just cared enough to join her. The only friend she has, Is herself. Just because she dresses and acts different Than all of the rest, She's looked down upon- Unwanted in every way. Don't they see that They are pushing her off the edge? Written February 22nd, 2002 © on Feb 22 2002 09:21 AM PST 0 • 1
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"Quietly she sits..."