If

Alone

She aches all over,
She is empty inside.
Like a moon rover,
She is alone for the ride.

She feels longing where her heart should be
And no one seems to notice the gap.
No one seems to notice her.
No one holds the door or tips their cap.

No one has said,
They find her a catch,
Except those who creep from their shed,
Whose minds are equipped with a latch.

Is she to blame?
Certainly not!
She doesn't want shame,
Or to have her heart shot.

Is it better to be cautious, or not?
Better than being thrown around, right?
Better than throwing yourself around the lot.
Better than spending too many a meaningless, lustful night.

But she's still here,
While the others leer,
With voices so sheer,
That she's too annoyed to fear.

She doesn't care,
She'll find her sweetheart,
She'll get her share,
And her first love will be tart.

They will have sweet and sour,
Dark and light,
Weakness and power,
And that is alright.

She doesn't understand,
Why she's picked on,
For being under the brand.
The burning brand of single joins each dawn.

Is it so much to ask for?
Just someone decent and kind.
Why is being good seen as a bore?
Questions turn in the back of her mind.

Society has slandered decent men,
Knocked them, repeatedly, down,
All in the name of rights already written in pen.
Maybe all the good have had to drown.

Maybe they've had to drown in the ink,
That wrote those rights.

Or maybe no decent men exist.