A/N:
Um, I don't really know what this is. I wrote it awhile ago, though, and I thought I'd share it. I hope you make your own minds up on who it's about!
She's the girl who feels ignored
She's the girl who's feelings are stored
Like squirrels and acorns on a winter's day
Like daffodil buds in the month of May
Maybe one day she'll start to feel better
Or maybe one day she'll write her last letter
Like this one today she files them away
In the hope that in the morning she'll feel okay
She notices ugly in beautiful - a rose with a thorn or nettle
And she says to herself, "The dust will soon settle."
Perhaps a new poem will be on its way
Or she'll find she has nothing to say
She hopes and she prays that day will arrive
Then maybe she'll finally feel alive