He is never there for me Doesn’t bother to call It is plain for all to see He doesn’t care at all You are always here

I was never one to stand out in a… I stayed quite and watched people… I whispered my answers afraid to b… I would sit and I’d cry When I knew no one was around

When you look at me What sight is in your view? A ghost of a girl or a Monster wanting to be new? When I say a single word

What is a poem? Is it just a bunch of idioms danci… Across there own metaphorical broa… Is it just a pattern of A and B… Repetitive rhyme schemes?