I know of a girl
Who lost herself
With no one to turn to
She decided to try to end it
But even then
Is she a coward
Couldn't even let a blood drop
So now she worries
And worries
And worries
How is she
Going to continue
When both worlds
Have rejected her
She belong nowhere
Constantly trying to fit in
But could never really
Her tears are nothing
But a small thing
Her sadness may not be fleeting
But her life is
I wonder until when
Would she continue as she is
She is nothing
But a small puzzle piece
She may try to be
But she will never succeed
For her heart is no longer there
Her tears leave marks
But it soon will be gone
Covered with smiles
She tries to hide it
But then again
Could she really hide
What she truly is
When even from afar
You could smell the negativity
Even she is aware of it
But nonetheless
Tries to be something else
Acting like she belongs
When she doesn't
She is the thorn
From every roses
She is the only black
In a field of white
She may feel neglected
But what could she do?
Nothing, really.
