There is a girl who is feeling shy.

Not a day goes by

where her sky isn't gray.

She sits and cries waiting for a sign

that someone might stop

and take the time

to be there for this girl,

who is too shy to speak her mind.

There is a girl alone and frail

who doesn't want to be the one to wail.

She'd rather sit and not say a word

than tell her long lost tale.

Broken and confused,

the way she hurts have peole amused.

A victim.

A victim.

There is a girl who walks the halls

with only her books and pens.

She looks pathetic and she knows it too.

But there is nothing she can do.

With noone to talk to

she walks alone,

a stray dog looking for a bone.

There is a girl who lost some "friends",

due to a silly fault.

Who is to blame?

It's hard to tell,

but friendship was taken assault.

Lack of trust, lack of love,

people always want to be above.

There is a girl who is trying so hard

to fill the empty hole that people left so abruptly.

Her mind scattered in a million directions.

Her heart torn apart.

But this girl sits there quietly.

This girl is me.