What she shows the world:
She is always the center of attention
Where she goes others follow
When she smiles they feel affection
When she leaves all feels hollow
She can dance the night away
And party till the dawn
She’ll never walk alone by day
Or wake lonesome in the morn
Whatever she wants she gets
And she does not seem to try
She lives life with no regrets
Simply watching the world fly by
The globe is in her hands
So many at her beck and call
All play into her demands
For they’ll catch her, should she fall
What she feels inside:
She is all alone in this world
Though crowds do often pass her by
Her life seems to have come unfurled
In a shambled mess she does lie
With no one to pick up the scraps
She lays broken and destitute
Fighting for air her lungs collapse
And her weak cries for help fall mute
Now pondering her life thus far
She realizes it was a waste
All that’s left is an ugly scar
Her deep shame, and a bitter taste
She often lays awake at night
Waiting for loneliness to end
As darkness parts for morning's light
Sleep, her only friend
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 10:48 AM UTC
What she shows the world:
She is always the center of attention
Where she goes others follow
When she smiles they feel affection
When she leaves all feels hollow
She can dance the night away
And party till the dawn
She’ll never walk alone by day
Or wake lonesome in the morn
Whatever she wants she gets
And she does not seem to try
She lives life with no regrets
Simply watching the world fly by
The globe is in her hands
So many at her beck and call
All play into her demands
For they’ll catch her, should she fall
What she feels inside:
She is all alone in this world
Though crowds do often pass her by
Her life seems to have come unfurled
In a shambled mess she does lie
With no one to pick up the scraps
She lays broken and destitute
Fighting for air her lungs collapse
And her weak cries for help fall mute
Now pondering her life thus far
She realizes it was a waste
All that’s left is an ugly scar
Her deep shame, and a bitter taste
She often lays awake at night
Waiting for loneliness to end
As darkness parts for morning's light
Sleep, her only friend
Can one be both popular and alone?
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