that girl

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That Girl

You see her
Sitting alone
Staring
Notebook
And pen in hand

Wondering
About what to write

A dove dives down
And stands in front of her

The girl smiles
And scribbles down
Something

The dove flies off
And the girl is left
Wondering once more
Her smile gone

When she realises
That she couldn't have peace
The dove gone and here she is left

To endure the bitter life
Of bullying
Till she decides to take
The fatal plunge

And then she leaves the notebook

For people to read it

So remember that girl?
With her notebook and feather pen?

Well she was writing poetry
About everything
She saw, thought and went through

She was that girl
With her notebook and feather pen