She sits in a corner all alone,
No one talks to her
She has no one to call her own.
She's friendly to all she meets,
But very few return the smile
And once more, she feels defeat.
The men in her life used her as a punching bag,
Mental, physical and verbal abuse she's suffered;
Only when it's too late, they realize what they had.
So many things she ponders...
Will I ever be loved? Will I ever be happy?
Things people take for granted, she wonders.......
Day after day, night after night,
The outcast is always alone....
Wondering, wishing, hoping
She'll find her knight.