no title 9-19-05

 

She looks so scared—

Eyes lined in black,

            Thin frame of body.

She stands alone in the back—

Shy as a child,

            Quiet as a mouse.

She is unsure of herself—

Nobody is her friend,

            Everyone stares coldly.

She sheds a tear—

Crying out of loneliness,

            Pain is her only constant.

She feels so much—

Mascara runs down her cheeks,

            A lump forms in her throat.

She wants to disappear—

No one would miss her,

            She belongs to no one.