<html><head><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body dir="auto"><div><div><b>“The Girl In The Corner”</b> by Kaylee Everhaert</div><div><br></div><div>There is a girl who sits in the corner.</div><div>Her heart is crying out.</div><div>There are people all around her,</div><div>But no one seems to hear her shout.</div><div><br></div><div>Her life was once happy,</div><div>Full of love and care.</div><div>She was always laughing.</div><div>There was always someone there,</div><div><br></div><div>But now her life seems empty.</div><div>What's missing, she doesn't know.</div><div>She wears a mask every day.</div><div>Her true feelings she doesn't show.</div><div><br></div><div>Her once colorful and cheerful life</div><div>Has turned so dull and grey.</div><div>She once enjoyed her group of friends;</div><div>Now she just wishes them away.</div><div><br></div><div>For when she is by herself,</div><div>She can break free from her shell.</div><div>She can let the unhappiness break free</div><div>And unleash the devil from hell.</div><div><br></div><div>Because at the end of the day,</div><div>When everyone's in their beds asleep,</div><div>The misery surrounds her,</div><div>And the pain, it cuts so deep.</div><div><br></div><div>She wants somebody to listen,</div><div>Someone to understand.</div><div>But when she opens up,</div><div>Nobody wants to lend a hand.</div><div><br></div><div>So she waits until the sun finally sets</div><div>To open up once more.</div><div>This time it's no longer in words,</div><div>But it results in terrible sores.</div><div><br></div><div>These sores cry their tears at night.</div><div>The tears aren't transparent but a deathly red.</div><div>As they cry, she feels a release</div><div>From the terrible pain in her head.</div><div><br></div><div>Some people would say she is crazy.</div><div>Some people would say she is mad,</div><div>But she can't resist the temptation when it arrives,</div><div>Even though she knows it's bad.</div><div><br></div><div>No one will ever understand this urge.</div><div>It's something she can't explain.</div><div>She feels shame for the scars on her body</div><div>But always ends up doing it again.</div><div><br></div><div>You see, this girl is a victim</div><div>Of something she can't comprehend.</div><div>Deep in her heart she knows she must stop,</div><div>For her life she doesn't want to end.</div><div><br></div><div>But for now it's the only way she knows</div><div>To stop feeling the loss of love and care,</div><div>Because at the moment she's invisible.</div><div>No one notices she's there.</div></div><div><br></div>———————————————<br><br><div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Seeya 'round town, Moscow, because . . .</span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"Moscow Cares"</span></div><div><a href="http://www.moscowcares.com/" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font color="#000000">http://www.MoscowCares.com</font></a></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></div><div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Tom Hansen</span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Moscow, Idaho</span></div></div><div><br></div></div></body></html>