Zemira

She was a smart girl

She was pretty

She was kind

She was hard to get

The only thing in the world she lacked

Was how to be in a relationship

She sat alone at lunch

She walked alone in P.E.

...but maybe that's the point?  I wrote at random inspiration and when I was tired, but I hope you find it entertaining

“The world,” said Claire, “is a very pointless place.”

She cried and cried,

Stars witnessed why she lied,

The universe sang her a golden hum to sleep,

The Magical moonlight guarded all her secrets deep.

Stars heard all her stories she cried aloud,

“We the people”

Encapsulates everyone.

Not those of a certain party

Not those of a certain race

Not those of a certain background

It was purposefully written

To include everyone.

you choose the coldest seat in the class

next to the tall pretty girl

with a gleaming smile and long, straight flowing hair.

taking one good look at her you already know her story.

fitting in is rent, and it's due every day

paid in the basic clothes you wear

and in the people of which you smile and compliment

but more importantly in the people you don't