She was standing in a corner
When I saw her mope,
She was standing with her fate
Trying to cope.
The thought of being alone
One of its kind,
The thought that made her think
Was rushing through her mind.
She tried to pick herself up
And with that her dignity, fame,
She tried to conceal the sorrow
But it made her look the same.
There was an overwhelming feeling
Of deceit and hope and pain,
There was an inclination to transform
Into a Nobody;a plain Jane.
She wished he would come
Come for himself, not for her
She wished she could wish
And no longer suffer.
The people that were once
Were now people new,
The people who mattered
Could be counted as few.
So she left it at that
And did what she does best,
She left herself to be found
And wept, wept.
She was standing in a corner
When I saw her last,
She was standing with an emptiness
That was growing fast.
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