She sits in pain,

As down the drain,

Goes all the love she'll ever gain

Many people just laugh and mock,

All the time, she's watching the clock,

And waiting for her chance to leave

Only to go back home and grieve

So many times she's been hurt,

Her heart seems like a torn, old shirt

A toy to those she'd let touch

And to them, her feelings were such

A pain to have to bare,

So they all cast down a wicked stare,

Of hatred and evil, directed her way

Those looks, she feared, wouldn't go away!

Finally her fear grew to such the amount

There'd gotten so many, she couldn't count

Fear of everyday glanced have got her head spinning

Yes, the people were finally winning.