She thought she had folks,
But she never knew they were just thorns,
She was open to everyone,
But, they in turn shut their doors.
She is thrown into great anguish,
Left to absorb the shock she was given,
She was a growing fruit left to wither,
With no nutrient that could make her grow stronger.
What is her offense? I ask,
She just wanted to wear a cute smile,
Like everyone around her,
Live life with all energy,
But that dream is far from reality.
Instead she lives in a world of rejection,
Where she gets little or no attention,
And nobody cares if she gets hurt by their actions.