ah there she is!
she stands alone in a silk white dress,
always looking her best
but it is noticeable how miserable she is,
the people she called friends
were busy with their own.
as beautiful as she is
or as beautiful as she was told she was,
she certainly didn’t feel beautiful,
regret fogged her ongoing thoughts,
wishing she had not came–
until she had saw him,
her stomach turned
and her eyes began to water.
he had not yet seen her,
he possibly had no intention to in the first place
and she couldn’t help but watch him,
watch him speaking with his friends so contently.
she had this small hope that maybe–
he would attempt to speak with her
but twenty minutes had passed
and her hopes were deteriorating.
that was when she decided to give up
as she knew he didn’t want to associate himself
with someone like her
so she quietly left the ball
with tear filled eyes.
beautiful, she is
but her emotions course through her veins,
she is quite ****.