She sits at the back -
not uttering a single word.
Everyone in thier right mind ,
knew she was a loner.
Loneliness had made her observant -
She sees things people tend to ignore.
From the way people talk -
to the way people hide thier pain.
She sits and waits -
waits for someone who will never come.
Waits for someone to make conversation.
So much personality -
so much opinions
but no one to listen -
no one who cares.
Hope...
Hope makes her attend such gatherings.
The belief that someone -
somewhere does not follow life's stereotype ,
separating everyone into designate groups.
Time after time ,
her hope shatters -
only to be rebuilt on lies.
She gets up -
and slowly walks away.
What would happen to the world ,
if people actually had hearts? -
she askes herself.
She walks home with tear stained eyes ,
and a throbbing heart.
She thought tonight would be the night -
with her petite dress and tame hair.
Tame -
that's what she is.
The world craves fire -
craves fierceness.
In a world filled of fire -
no one needed the tame.
She graps her book ,
and begins to read -
books were her way out.
What's the use in crying anymore -
when rejection is bred into her.
This girl is lonely -
but is so much more than that.
The girl is...
....me
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