#136 Wallflower 'Little Girl' sitting in the corner, She has her head in her hands. She's tired of running their life, She's tired of their demands. No, she doesn't go to party, Not exactly to have fun. But she goes there just to think, When all their thinking is done. They say she's no capable of, Not like them -- just can't dance. But it's their scornful comments is what she wants, Not for them to give her a chance. Their cruelty makes her happy, Each remark makes her think. Inspirations about their remarks, Poems on now low they sink. For when they party and have fun, She creates her page of history, And in the end - everyone is pleased.... They, how society makes them -- her, how she wants to be.
Reason for writing:
Oh lovely school dances...
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