She sits alone in the classroom
once again no one turned up
its so quiet, yet she cannot concentrate
on the work set before her
thoughts and feelings
running through her mind
and before she knows it
she has lost track of time
her stomach growls
her head aches
all the meanwhile
her heart breaks
she hates to be alone
but she would never confess
she does not show emotion
she finds it hard to express
exactly how she feels,
that is why she sits at tafe,
at the computer, writing poetry into this box
is it too late?
does she still have a chance?
Will she strive into the world of journalism?
And will these questions ever be accounted for?
*i dont no.. it wasnt really in a rhyming mood, just kinda, felt like saying things.. it kinda rhymes, but poetry isnt always about rhyming its about expressing yourself (or i rekon it is anyway)
