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This poem is about a little girl who is always alone, and is always queit. Enjoy!

When I was little

I was always alone

Sitting in my room hiding

From the outside world

People knew me in school

But, outside to me, was scary

I always wanted someone around

Someone who loved and cared

For Me

When I was little

I was always alone

Sitting in my dark room

Sometimes, crying

At night because of little boys

Ripping out my heart because

I thought they loved me back

But then I came to conclusion

They never cared

When I was little

I was always alone

Sitting in my living room

Writing this poem