As she sits in the darkness,
Crying as quietly as she can.
She thinks all sorts of things,
Because there's no-one to lend a hand.

You could never know,
Exactly what she's going through.
Everything is twisted,
This is not the world she knew.

She's crying her sky-blue eyes out,
But you don't really care.
So she sits and waits for someone to stop,
And appreciate what's there.

She's just a normal girl,
Despite the funny turns.
But even when she's laughing,
Inside, her stomach churns.

She really is a lovely girl,
Strong, or so she seems.
This tough facade she's created,
Is now bursting at the seams.

She is not quite perfect,
So you shun her away.
I wonder what will happen?
Will she get revenge one day?

She's well-liked, though not popular,
So you ignore her and on you prattle.
Her heart is filled with mixed emotions,
She's in a constant battle.

Lastly, she isn't blonde and tanned,
Rather skin of white, and hair of red.
Her friends are the only ones,
Helping her keep her head.

This girl is not a servant,
Though it sounds as if she is.
She really might as well be,
Because whose daughter is she but his?

She's not mistreated,
Nor forced to work.
She's just ignored,
And subject to a smirk.

This is why,
This poem was written.
You know what they say,
Twice shy, once bitten.