Nobody understands how it feels
To be ignored frequently.
To be left out constantly.
To be left alone.
Nobody truely knows how it feels.
To have to put up with it.
To have to accept sitting at the back.
To have to listen, not speak.
Nobody can see what these feelings are like.
Trying not to cry when thinking about it.
Trying not to scream when they ignore again.
Trying not to take it out on others.
Nobody listens when I have an idea.
When I speak out in a group conversation.
When I speak out when I am with them.
When I speak to myself.
Nobody cares about a little lost girl.
Nobody notices a little lost girl.
Nobody acknowledges a little lost girl.
Nobody looks at a little lost girl.
Nobody welcomes a little lost girl.
Nobody loves a little lost girl.
Nobody touches a little lost girl.
Nobody walks near a little lost girl.
But.
Everybody ignores that little lost girl.
Everybody leaves that little lost girl.
Everybody lies to that little lost girl.
Everybody angers that little lost girl.
Everybody damages that little lost girl.
Everybody overlooks that little lost girl.
Everybody scares that little lost girl.
Everybody kills that little lost girl.
So.
The little lost girl is fighting back.
The little lost girl is standing up.
The little lost girl is not forgiving.
The little lost girl is learning fast.
The little lost girl is growing more insane.
The little lost girl is trying new things.
The little lost girl is gaining power.
The little lost girl is back.
Thursday, 15 April 2010
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