At school she's always alone
no friends to call her own
it's not fair you think but walk away
glad you're not that girl?
you look out your bedroom window
and see a girl sitting against a wall
her eyes so filled with emptiness
you look away
glad you're not that girl?
the doorbell rings
your heart skips a beat
the footsteps reach the stairs
you whimper silently and face away
you wish you weren't that girl
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts For The Lonesome
PoetryThis is part three of my "thoughts" series. Tale No One (Part 1) Thoughts Before Bed (Part 2) Thoughts for the lonesome (Part 3) No need to read them in order, just read what suits you best. Thanks for reading. Harry
