Poem

[author_by_night]

I wrote a poem a while ago, and I figured I might as well share it. Please take note this is not about me, nor is it about anyone I know.

 

The little girl was nothing

Or so her parents thought

So they fed her with wooden spoons

And left her heart to rot

She was of no importance

A burden in their hair

They knew that she needed them

But didn't really care

 

The sixth grader was a loser

Nothing short of weird

Though perhaps she'd have had friends

If rejection had not been feared

Sometimes, in the girl's room

They would hear her cry

They simply turned their backs

And averted their ears and eyes

 

The senior was a waste

A slacker, cut and dry

Her teachers said she'd never go to college

And told her not to try

On graduation day

Her sister opened the door

To see a lonely cap and gown

Laying on the floor

 

The woman is alone now

Lives by the corner store

Working less and less

Drinking more and more

She no longer has hope

And has stopped asking why

For we are what man makes us

Until the day we die

 

No idea what motivated that happy poem....

 

Comments

[vertigo-struck.livejournal.com]

It reminds of Eleanor Rigby (by the Beatles).

[author-by-night.livejournal.com]

I've never heard it... I'll go and look up the lyrics now.