A little girl
Whose all alone
No friends
And no one at home
Cries herself to sleep
Every night
Dreading the next day
Afraid of the fight
She is far from perfect
And her mom agrees
Every day the little girl
Just wants her spirit to be free
She’s liked by few
And hated my many
Friends with no one new
And made fun of by plenty
She wears the same clothes
Day after day
Wants the pain to go away
But more comes to stay
She don’t want to put up
A fight
So this is the end
Tonight
Author notes
Written June 21st, 2006
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I loved this poem in all of its sadness. You did a great job and the flow was amazing. Keep writing.

