About Her
She sits there
and she doesn't care
she doesn't smile
for a while
she doesn't talk to me
I want her to see
that she can be herself
she doesn't have to-
put her feelings on a shelf
some times when she's unhappy
it really bothers me
I want her to smirk
I hope it will work
someday she'll understand
when someone puts out a hand
you should take it with appriciation
what's her mission
does she know, does she care
that there are people out there
today, it's me
I'm unhappy
atleast she's smiling.
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