Little Loner

It’s the times when she is lonely
When she hides her face so well
No one knows she’s hurting
Yes, no one can ever tell.

It’s not like they would care
Tears or sober faces
Matters not if she once talked
Or if they aimed for the same races.

She’s always that little loner
To every eye that ever sees
She’s unwanted and she knows it
Like she’s some dog with dirty flees.

The girl won’t talk for her voice will fail her
She will not say one word
People twist and pry like little nymphs
With words almost too absurd.

She never wrote love on her arms
Never begged for much attention
But she’s ashamed to think of suicide
So perhaps she might be mentioned.