The Statue
She sat in the corner
A motionless form
She tried to be normal
She tried to conform
But she was a statue
Her face just a mask
The people all noticed
But no one dared ask
They all called her selfish
They all called her cold
For no hug could she give
No hand could she hold
But she was a statue
It wasn't her fault
Their callous words started
Her inward assault
She hated her body
She hated her soul
She hated not having
One bit of control
She sat in her corner
And started to cry
The people all noticed
But no one asked why
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