Poor thing

The light shines through the cracked window casting a shadow on the floor beside her bed. screams from down stairs fill the silence of a new day. another day of pain and despair. she brushes back her black hair and looks at her reflection. she is dark and lost. glass shatters and sparkles in the sun light in the linoleum floor. she runs. tears smear her liner into streaks down her cheeks. her pale pink lips quiver as she sobs. "poor thing." they all say at school. she's nobody's fool. the kids stare. "look at those clothes, and that hair." they would whisper. she pushes her way through. always pushing. she ignores the gawking, ignores the talking. the tears fall as she sulks in the girls stall. she holds herself wishing she had a friend to. she stands tall never to faller let them see her cry. she walks down the crowded halls, always pushing her way through. the guys laugh as they watch her crash to the hard floor her books and papers fly from her hands.
she cry in her room. her dark corner. she is alone. no one cares. she wants more than all of this.