Little girl she stands alone,
Dreams shattered by the road,
And she knocks,
No one's home, so she stands all alone.
Little girl she walks away,
And treads on broken loves,
Leaves her hopes,
Ground to dust, Tears like streams run and gush.
Little girl is swept along,
Unnoticed by the crowd,
Drowning now,
Salty taste, little life gone to waste.
Little girl her voice cries loud,
She's rescued by a hand,
Was her own,
Lashing out, she grabs up at the sand.
Little girl she stands alone,
On banks of ground up dreams
Makes a house,
Out of sand, digs a moat around her land.
Little girl she moulds her bricks,
From shattered torn up hopes,
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I Am The Girl Who
I am the girl that people look through when I say something
I am the girl that spends most of her free time reading, writing, or doing other activities that most teenagers wouldn't call normal
I am the girl that people call weird and a freak either behind my back or to my face
I am the girl who doesn't spend all her time on Myspace or talking to a friend on her cellphone (if she has one)
I am the girl who hasn't been asked out in a year
I am the girl that has stopped to smell the flowers and jump and splash in the rain
I am not that girl,
The one that is super popular.
The one that is rich.
The one that will lie to