She feels alone in this world 

Save for a few who truly understand 

How can we be surrounded by so many people 

Yet feel stranded in an unknown land 

She looks around at their faces 

Eyes evasive 

She’d never fit in this world 

That much was undeniably conclusive 

Yet with conviction to admire 

She would try day after day 

To somehow engage with these people 

Who would not give her the time of day 

For it said more of her character 

Than it ever did of theirs 

She may be a stranger in these lands 

But she was sure of her own way.


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