Why Little Jane Can'T Go To School
She sits quietly by her window each and everyday
She watches the big, yellow bus pass her house and she begins to pray
She carries on throughout the day feeing joy and feeling pain,
She longs to gaze upon a caring face and share a smile maybe an embrace
She dears to dream of the things she wants to pursue
But in her countless failed attempts and fiery malevolence she wonders what to do
If only she could show them, if only they could hear
Jane would break her bubble of fear and show them she's here
Although, sadly for little Jane; she's too delicate for this harsh and bitter earth.
They'd outcast her and taunt her of the things she isn't worth
Because to the eyes of the ordinary Jane would be a freak
They'd rip her soul to shreds and throw her to the curb before she'd even speak
For in the eyes of people like you and I, Jane is our angel from the sky
She's a reminder with golden wings that perches in our hearts until the day we die
She'll be known for her eternal skin battle and enclosed life that she suffered through, but
wished to rule
But this is the true and wicked reason why little Jane can't go to school.
By: Anais Pouladi
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