The Girl At the Margin

Do you know how many times I have been shown the exit route? Countless times but I ignore the clue. Do you know how many battles I have won with my naked hand? None, except the one I won when I stooped to conquer. I don't know why the entrance porch is so inviting, With its thick array of uncommon cobwebs? Today, I am at the border line, With the multiple crossroads. The exit beckons, I must not resist. I am at the margin after all. I think it is time to say goodbye And I'm saying goodbye in my worded silence. I have been on the borderline for long. It is time for quiet goodbye, I am the girl at the margin I now have the nerve to say goodbye. But again, goodbye might be a loser's dialet. Maybe, I should tarry for yet a little while. Yes, I am the girl at the margin, I think this isn't the best time for goodbye.