Who is she?
Who is that girl
that stands in the corner,
a wallflower.
A glimmer
in the fabric
of time and space.
She is nothing
but emptiness
in this place.
She turns up
the music
louder and louder.
Throbbing, moving
beats.
Hoping that somehow
the music, the song, the words
will fill the empty spaces
of her heart.
Maybe she will feel less alone.
Maybe.
Possibly.
Probably.
Probably not.