For What Lies Hidden

A collection of all my poetry in an order I think makes reading it even more fun and exciting.


88. Incomprehensible

They hate her

And taunt her.

They can tell

Why she does still dwell.


Tears stream

Down her face;

Unable to comprehend

What it is that she feels.


Sometimes she wonders

Whether she should really be

In such a position

As this.

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