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That lonely girl at the back of the class.
That girl who no-one knows the name of.
No-one
dares speak to.
The unpopular one.
The loner.
Has she ever uttered a word?
Except the silent mutter of present.
Does anyone know who she is?
Or how long she has been their?
What are thous scars on her arm
are they cry's
of pain that no-one can hear?
Why is she so distant?
Why is she so sad?
Why has no-one ever seen her smile or
laugh?
Is she even acknowledged?
Is she really their?
How can someone feel so much sorrow?
How can someone
feel so much pain?
Does anyone know her story?
Does anyone know her name?
Will she forever be silent or alone?
Or one day will she not be their
Then perhaps you will notice
Then perhaps you will feel her pain
Why does
no-one speak to her?
Why does no-one know her name?
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Two people in one,
one happy, one sad,
Two sides of me,
one mad and one glad.
There's
only one side
I try to let show;
my feelings inside
the others don't know.
I'm two people in one,
as strange
as that sounds,
the real me inside
no one has found.
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This morning I didn't want to lift my head,
I didn't even want to get out of bed.
This morning
I didn't want to take a shower,
all I could do was listen to the clock tick another hour.
This morning I didn't
want to sing a song,
I just hoped the morning wouldn't go on.
This morning I didn't want to see the sun shine,
to see it meant I wasn't fine.
This morning I didn't want to eat,
I didn't even want for my bed to look neat.
This
morning I didn't want to go to school,
this just wasn't the day for me to act cool.
This morning I didn't want
to talk to anyone,
I just didn't want to have any fun.
This morning I didn't want to hear the truth,
I didn't
want to front or act couth.
This morning I hated what I saw.
This morning I just couldn't go on.
This morning
for me was just all wrong.
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