Sitting here wondering why is she unhappy
When things around are bright and snappy
The gloom overwhelms and she pushes all away
The snow is bright but she has no sleigh
Movement has ceased no longer in forward motion
Silence is golden she abhors commotion
Her face is down trodden
Her mood is sad
Her countenance says I'm feeling bad
Her demeanor is standoffish
Her attitude is amiss
Her words are harsh
In her life there seems to be no bliss
She wards all touching
No hugs and no kiss
If your in her presence
She'll instantly dismiss
She like a dieing flower
Her petals brown and dead
She's absent of color
She's all blue angry and red
She walks with her arms folded
Closed off to the world
And I am wondering what ails my little girl.
I love this piece. It puts you right there. You see it.
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