dumb poetry

the girl in the corner

looks kind of like me

doesn’t eat

doesn’t talk

i’ve never seen her sleep

the girl in the corner

has dread in her eyes

never crying

not even trying

but will never reach demise

the girl in the corner

looks kind of like you

needs to talk

go on a walk

needs a little food

the girl in the corner

promises she’s okay

but can’t ever

no, she’ll never

leave this place

the girl in the corner

looks kind of like us

always there

always cares

but sits in a corner of dust

we’re all just girls

in a corner of dust

but that girl

that cornered girl

doesn’t have to be us