The ugly truth
She feels like a ghost among the living
With no destination or purpose,
A mind so big deserves much more then
Be simply unnoticed by many.
One more step, and she falls on her feet
Pleading for help and attention,
But the people walk by
She can no longer see
The humanity in human nature.
A lost soul some might say
Blaming a child for trying,
For attempting to fix the broken
While her wrists are bleeding
She’s dying.
So she remains by herself in the dark
Stuck on the ground
No longer flying.
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