It's nothing too big ,but neither small
Winter's coming,it's season of fall,
In a class of forty quite, she sat,
She was too different, everyone thought that,
She feels so lonely, but she has friends,
She is alone,but there are friends,
Where the fault lies,
Who's not enough,
Inside she's dying ,outside she's tough.
Today was again, a day of pain,
She couldn't handle ,their pity games,
They mocked her,but sweetly,
And forgot she existed,
But in terms of benefits, she was firstly listed,
"Mom ,my head pains,
She called from school ,
"But sweety why ,ur Ok are u?
Did someone mock you ,did u have a fight?
'No ,Mom nothing, she clearly lied,
Truth ,was the pain ,was inside her,
It broke all barriers, and flowed her tears,
It pained terribly, it pained in her heart,
But she was alone,alone from the start,
School is a nightmare, hell for her,
For alone feels ,the one who's popular,
It's nothing too big ,but neither small,
Cuz Winter's coming on her heart of fall.
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PoetryIt was painfully worded , And beautifully read , The things that were written, Were those never said.
