A Poem by N

You see her, wandering around, and wonder....


I wonder what she’s doing

That girl that just walks

When everyone else plays and laughs

She never joins in and talks

I wonder what she’s thinking

What thoughts consume her mind

What keeps her from being bored

And keeps her being fine

I don’t understand how she stands it

Being all alone

I wonder if I should talk to her

Make her feel at home


But everybody laughs at her

They don’t want her to play

So maybe I should stay away

And talk to her another day

All the time she’s lonely

I think I saw her cry

But still I keep my distance

Or my friends will tell me bye


The girl just committed suicide

Now she’s dead and gone

They laugh and say, I told you so,

I knew something with her was wrong


A year or so has passed

And she is long forgotten

But her blood still stains the empty halls

And makes my brain turn rotten


I wish I had gone to talk to her

She seemed normal to me

I wonder what she had been thinking about

Now I’ll never see

© 2012 N

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It's so sad that this happens to people and that people tend to reject people just because of other people. it frustrates me so much, that mob mentality. I met my best friend in the WHOLE world. he was that kid everyone told me not to talk to because he was weird. Most incredible person I know. smh

Posted 9 Years Ago

oh wow so sad...nicely written tho'

Posted 10 Years Ago

So sad, and honestly written. How can we know if we don't ask. Regret can teach us some very difficult lessons. This hit hard. Well done, and point well taken.

Posted 10 Years Ago

oh so sad..........wonderfully penned.

Posted 10 Years Ago

This is great!

Posted 11 Years Ago

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Added on February 28, 2012
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