She sits with her legs crossed,
One hand over the other.
Like she's programmed.
She watches as the crowds go by,
All of the people smile and joke around with one another.
But she looks into their eyes,
And she can see what no one else can.
All of the hurt everyone is hiding.
All of the tears threatening to flow.
All of the screams being held back.
As she sits there legs crossed one hand over the other,
She wonders.
Does anyone see the story in her eyes?
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Poesíathis poem doesnt ryme. its suppose to be kinda heart touching. please tell me thing I need to improve! I love feed back!♥