Scrounging every bit of attention
Every little glance keeps her full
She wants the whole world to watch
But her soul, still unnoticed
Still searching for something she don't know, or maybe she refuses to,
Living in denial.
Too young for this,
Too young to be thinking about fate.
Innocence and wisdom couldn't just co-exist,
Life is tougher,
Life's tougher than she'll ever be.
Cold cold cold morning for my standard
Is this even a poem?