My name is Alone
You can't hear me talk, not a single
tone
I sit on the chair near the backdoor
i don't have any friend, not even one
nor four
Everybody thinks I am lame
I'm just being me, a simple little
dame
Old fashioned dresses is what i wear
If they laugh, so what I don't care
You'll find me locked at my room
My place is horrid and doom
I'm quite a big loser
On to the spotlight I want to get
closer
Somehow I'll stand-up anytime soon
I'll be a butterfly out from my cocoon
I will give my best
And promise to shine among the rest
YOU ARE READING
RANDOM THOUGHTS
Poetry"Poetry is inspired by the elements of random thoughts, an overflow of gazing at the unseen." ― Michael Bassey Johnson
