She puts on that act,
Making them laugh.
She's telling stories
About her cat.
But you only know,
The cats not fat,
He's rather flat.
She hides away,
Locked in her cage.
She sings beautifully,
But it's full of rage.
She's in the shade,
Instead of the sun.
Her hair flows gorgeously,
But she keeps it in a bun.
Her deep fear,
Of letting anyone near.
You run up to her and lift her head.
Instead of running away,
She just blushes red.
She was sad to the core.
But she's not alone
Anymore.
YOU ARE READING
Plain Jane
PoetryWhy are you so plain? Hmm? Plain, you're plain. 💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧 Poetry by yours truly.
