The Quiet Girl


The quiet girl sits alone in the corner,


No one notices her,

She doesn’t say a thing.

She watches as everyone passes her by,

Stepping around her,

Not speaking.

She does not exist.

The quiet girl is lonely,

She’s looking for someone to talk to,

Reaching out a hand,

But no one reaches back.

The quiet girl is now standing.

Standing, on the edge.

Overlooking the city that abandoned her.

The people who didn’t see her.

She knows she shouldn’t,

But she can’t help it.

The feelings,

The abandonment.

They will see her now,

As the quiet girl steps off the edge.