Happiness? What's that?

by Wasted Fake Smiles   May 7, 2008


Hours upon hours, she stares at her face,
Always second or third best in life's lonely race.
People often stare and stab her in the back,
People seem to wonder why she always wears black.
In her eyes is sadness that can't be discribed,
No hope is left to glisten in her eyes.
Everyone ignores her as she silently screams out,
Still people walk on, ignoring her pout.
Seems no one really cares what she's all about.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    Awww thats sad, well done this is good work x

  • 16 years ago

    by lisabrighteyes

    Wow! very strong emotion!
    I really like this!
    5/5