She's an author with her novel
She's a pirate on the sea
It doesn't matter what it is
She can be anything she wants to be
When she's all alone
She'll open a book real wide
In the land of make believe
Who needs anyone with whom to confide?
Though she prays for a friend
Her wishes don't come true
But as long as she's alone
For her the stories will always come through
And though no one understands
And no one cares to much
She doesn't really want any friends
She uses her books as a crutch.
If ever anyone cared
You wouldn't be able to tell
She could've been hit by a car
From a building she could have fell.
No one would have noticed
No one EVER cared
They wouldn't care if she died
When she walked by they just glared
What have I done? she wonders
Why can't I have friends too?
No one's ever liked me
Why can't I ever win?
Why must I always lose?
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Life of a Lonely, Wandering Soul
PoesíaThis is a series of poems I, Brianna French, have written. The are completely original, and I would appreciate it if you didn't steal them. Thank you SO much for reading! I am 13 years old as of now, but I will be 14 in the July of 2013. Please feel...
