The Room And Her
She sat in the cornerIn an empty room
No paintings hanging to decorate,
Nothing.
Cobwebs in all the corners
Broken things around the room
And she cried
In that dull black room.
She couldn't understand,
Why is it always her?
Why is she the rejected one?
Why is she the failure?
Why does she feel this guilt?
Like an empty room
Like an old, empty room
You could see how she felt
An old, broken, dull, empty room.
Why is it always her?
Why can't any body understand her?
Not even an alien would understand
Too much for anyone to handle
And she wonders 'Can I?'
Poetry by lost
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Written on 2007-06-12 at 22:12
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