"Little Miss Sunshine"

The awkward little girl inside holds her back,
She makes her think of all the things she used to lack.

All the other children used to chuckle,
But nobody saved her, or raised a knuckle.

Twenty one years later here she is,
Supposedly gorgeous and an English wiz,

Her real eyes don't realize,
All they know is long night cries...

She's not listening to you now or ever,
Even if your poetry is quite clever.

Amazing her loved ones are,
But sometimes they seem so far.
Of course they care,
It's all she can ask for that's fair...

At the end of the day she is all alone,
Without a soul to call on the phone.
Her burdens are hers to bear solely.
And that is precisely why she always feels so lowly.

Continuously she is one,
Even if her soul radiates as bright as the sun.