March 6, 2017

She walks down the 

halls of the school

she goes to everyday.

Paper balls fly her way,

but she doesn't look

toward it's home.


She sits in the same seat 

every day and wonders the same 



She ignores the comments.

She ignores the lies.

She ignores the drama.

She ignores the hate.


She deals with the same places,

the same people.

Every day.

Every year.


She goes home and 

you never wonder what 

it is that awaits her


The place she avoids 

every day.


You never knew

her mother was a 


You never knew 

her father was 


You never knew 

she was alone.


It never crossed your mind

'til the day 

she didn't come back.

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