Unloved
Little Miss Unloved
walked into her school,
smiling from what little love she had to give.
Everyone was there,
all the much-loved kids
the well-loved teacher,
the tight knit circle
of the lovable.
Miss Unloved
considered joining them,
being them,
or killing them.
Quietly
she slid her pistol back in her backpack,
entered
sitting meekly at her desk.
As usual
classmates ignored,
sneered.
Miss Unloved sighed.
Opening her workbook.
she thought:
"One day."
God knew, and God sighed too.
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