She wasn’t the most popular girl and she wasn’t the most social either,
She was a lone wolf as they called her!
A quiet girl screaming on the inside.
She had dark hair that feel past her shoulders and brown eyes,
Brown eyes that pierced through your soul,
Alone she would cry,
Hiding in the bathroom stale,
Tormented daily no matter where she went,
There seemed to always be something to say,
Just like a pouncing bag they watched her sway, back forth,
If they only new the truth,
Though she screamed on the inside,
Her face never showed emotion,
Only those eyes,
This was her mask,
Her mask of lies. |
