She Sits In a Corner
                              She sits in a corner
                              Not wanting to be seen.
                              She sits in a corner
                              Staining the ground with her tears.
                              She sits in a corner
                              With music blasting in her ears.
                              She sits in a corner
                              Feeling safe.
                              She sits in a corner 
                              Feeling threatened.
                              She sits in a corner
                              Wanting to be alone.
                              She sits in a corner
                              Wishing the corner was smaller.
                              She sits in a corner
                              Wondering what’s wrong with her.
                              She sits in a corner
                              Wanting to know why she is the way she is.
                              She sits in a corner
                              Knowing she hurts the people around her.
                              She sits in a corner
                              With her head on her knees.
                              She sits in a corner
                              Making herself as small as she can.
                              She sits in a corner
                              Feeling unloved.
                              She sits in a corner
                              Wondering why she loves corners.
                              She sits in a corner
                              Knowing nobody cares.
                              She sits in a corner
                              With nothing left to do.
                              She sits in a corner…
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                              This poem was inspired by a personal experience. The day after the 7 year anniversary of my dad's death, I did exactly as this poem describes. After school, I sat in the corner of a little alcove in-front of my school. I sat there and cried..yada yada yada it's all in the poem.
                                      
                                          
                                   
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Wally's Poems
PoetryThis is a collection of poems I have written. I will continue to add more and more poems as I write them. I will try to keep them in the order I wrote them in, but that won't always be possible. Through these poems I am expressing myself and tellin...
 
                                               
                                                  