There's this little girl with short blond hair.
Who's only in the fourth grade
And already feels like nobody cares.
Living her life un-noticed.
She's always tired, And can't even focus.
No parent's or friends to lean on.
Home alone on summer day's,
Sitting in a short golden chair,
Staring out the window.
Watching the rays.
The world seems so empty.
Every body's gone.
So quietly to herself, She sings a song.
Suddenly feeling the rush that it gave her,
She finally found the cure to make her braver.
Finding it now easier to cope with the hand she was dealt with and realizing she was given a gift.
She may not be the best singer,
But a part of changed.
She's now a believer.
She was never really "popular" in school,
Her bangs were always in her eyes.
Nobody knew, But it was her way to hide.
Going home to an empty house,
She became a great cook.
And was surprisingly smart considering how much she loved to read books.
Always teased and picked on,
Her mother changed her school.
She met this boy and overnight became "cool".
From that point on things were just a little bit lighter.
Going through all of that made her tuff,
If needed, to be a fighter.
Good thing for all of this happening.
Because little did she know, This was all just the beginning...
* Written about myself.
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