Long hair. Long legs. Sad face. Yes that's her. The girl in the corner singing a song from another time. A song that deserves to be heard. From a girl who earned no scorn. Her elbows rest on her knees her eyes are dripping with tears. Her face is streaked. Her hair is down and long. This is the girl who saved a life. Mocked. Ignored. Tortured with the words of others. Nothing she did brought this on. Only a simple sentence. The sentence that sent everything down hill. Her wonderful bubbly life was gone. Replaced with shock, hatred. Treated like a disease.
Long hair. Long legs. Sad face. Yes that's her. The girl in the corner singing a song from another time. A song that deserves to be heard. From a girl who earned no scorn. Her elbows rest on her knees her eyes are dripping with tears. Her face is streaked. Her hair is down and long. This is the girl who saved a life. Mocked. Ignored. Tortured with the words of others. Handled with harshness. Nothing but hate on those lips that used to laugh with her. Now they laugh at her. No one will accept her as her. So she sits in the corner with a knife wittling away at her own life while they watch.