• There she was
    The little girl
    All alone on the swings
    I have seen many of her friends with her before
    But yet that little girl chooses to be alone
    She doesn’t seem like she trust anybody
    Not even a little baby it seems

    When I came up to her
    I asked her
    ‘what’s wrong don’t you have any friends?’
    She then said
    ‘I don’t belong there’
    All confuse I told her
    ‘what’s wrong with them’
    Then she said with an obvious look
    ‘everything is wrong’

    I looked at her
    Then saw myself
    Now I know what’s wrong
    What a fool I am
    It was me all along….