The quiet lonely figure
leaning against the wall,
crounched quietly in the corner;
no one sees her at all.
The light falls on her palid skin,
her skinny frame so fragile.
She watched from the corner of her eyes
just like a helpless child.
To others, she was invisible;
A ghost, a shell, so worthless.
Her heart so yearning for love,
But no on even glances
She wonders if love could ever come
to one so hideous as her,
If the ugly duckling someday
Will turn into swan, ever
They walk past one by one,
Each one, her hope fades,
She stares, cries, eyes so dull
Slowly, steadily, empty gaze