Comments about Ashley Perkins
In the corner of the room, a little girl sits.
She feels out of place, as if she don’t fit.
She thinks the world hates her, everyone in sight.
She may never open her eyes to what is really right.
She walks down the street hiding her face.
Is it because she thinks she’s ugly, or just displaced?
People call her nasty names, as she sits at the lunch table,
Called the table of shame.
No one talks to her as she sits all alone, everyone’s too worried about their own popularity throne.