So she lurked in in the corner of her room, And placed a blanket on her back
She hugged a pillow her eye's a mess, she shouldn't be crying in a beautiful dress
Maybe they were right, maybe she was a failure only sad things she allures
Maybe they were right, she was worthless but she's trying to be in success
Maybe they were right she was rude, and she was prude
No words define her how she is.
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douleur
Poetry❝Her heart turned grey as they walked out and didn't stay. Now here's the words she wrote on a paper- the words she couldn't say.❞ Written by ellethetic 2017 © ellethetic
