No one knew just who she was,
And no one really cared.
She was always happy,
Never sad.
For some reason,
Unknown to us all
We hated her.
We hated her happiness.
We hated the wonder.
The wonder of why she was happy
Though everyone hated her.
No on e knew just who she was,
And no one really cared.
She was happy,
She was hated,
Until one day
When all that changed…
”The hatred has become too much!”
We heard her say that day
No one knew just what she meant,
And no one really cared.
No one knew her
Yet she was always happy.
Until that day
She just disappeared
As if nothing mattered at ll.
It was almost like a dream.
Here one day and gone the next.
And no one really cared.
And no one really cared.
She was always happy,
Never sad.
For some reason,
Unknown to us all
We hated her.
We hated her happiness.
We hated the wonder.
The wonder of why she was happy
Though everyone hated her.
No on e knew just who she was,
And no one really cared.
She was happy,
She was hated,
Until one day
When all that changed…
”The hatred has become too much!”
We heard her say that day
No one knew just what she meant,
And no one really cared.
No one knew her
Yet she was always happy.
Until that day
She just disappeared
As if nothing mattered at ll.
It was almost like a dream.
Here one day and gone the next.
And no one really cared.
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