She Tries - Poem by 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.
Her home life is very bad, her Mother and Father; always mad.
They tell her she’s a waste of space, she is a regret, and they hate her beyond their cold hearted chest.
They tell her she’s a failure, and that she’ll never amount to anything,
They don’t know she has plans to start a new beginning.
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