How there was somebody,
who loved herself completely only.
She kept everything inside,
but that sadness would never subside.
She might be the best,
but she didn't not fit with the rest.
Alone, she felt; as time passes—
no one to confide in.
Nobody to be friends with—
she vowed to be alone as
she was used to this blank loneliness:
the outcast little girl.
But she wanted to be happy once,
but life's meaning long slipped away
She knew the world was cruel,
for love was never real.