Little Miss Understood

by Tareyn   Jun 10, 2007


Sitting in my room at night
Got nothing to do.
My lamp, the only source of light.
Waiting for something new.

I try to write a poem
My thoughts, too unclear
What other way is there to show 'em
That I am right here.

When you look at me you see
Nothing at all good
But this is who I am: I'm me,
Little miss understood.

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