PRETTY PRINCESS
Pretty princess
she sits alone, tears
staining those emerald eyes
from which little
happiness has ever shown
I want to hold her,
dry her eyes
make her see that
she's not invisible to me
she turns her head
not meeting my glance
how I want to talk to her
would she even
give me a chance?
She's always sitting
away from the crowd
sometimes so quiet
as if she feels
her voice is not allowed
Pretty Princess, I know how you feel
to be an outcast, to feel unwanted, unloved
to feel as though into another world you've
against your will be shoved
Pretty Princess, my voice catches in my throat as I
whisper the word hello in your direction.