Invisible figure

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