The corner.

 

She wishes for attention

In that corner, she cries

Life is terrible for her

She doesn’t care if she dies

 

Every night she sulks

And eventually gets to sleep

But when dusk falls to dawn

Back in that corner weeps

 

Nobody knows the real her

Nobody can relate

All we know about her is

That her name is Kate.

 

Her relatives are lost

And no friends has she

They left her at a very young age

She was only three

 

One more day in that corner

And she’ll be insane

She fails to see the purpose in life

The purpose of lifes game.

Author's Note

I wrote this over a year ago.
When I rhymed..
3rd and 4th verses suck.
I know that already.
Critique?