Left in the dirt,
She picks herself up.
She's used to it by now,
Being the last,
Being forgotten.
It's been a reaccuring pattern in her life.
She continues on,
Sad, but alive.
She continues on,
Angry, but always smiling.
She continues on,
Being left in the dirt,
Because no one can see her spectacular worth.
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Poems/Six Word Memoirs
PoetryThis is a book of poems written by myself. I will be adding a new one every week.
