She sits in despair,
wishing someone would just care.
Her dirty feet are sore from all the walking that she does.
Never complaining without a fuss.
Her hungry heart,
shattered apart.
She throws tears in the rain.
Still standing, that's insane.
Nobody cared to listen to her fears.
Strangely crawling, it appears.
She will fight to get where she needs to be.
She's longing to be free.
Now if you don't believe what I am saying to you.
Look out your window, because she's staring at you to.
Any where she has to be,
Any where, but not with me.
©terrylin53
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