In the darkest part of my room
In the inner most area of my crib
Sits an old but authentic picture.
The picture so dark
The picture so dull
But yet it sits with so much life.
The picture is of a girl
The picture is of a loner
Who stays on the outside and observes life as it is.
She watches from the dark corner of her chamber
She observes the world and learns its secret
But never comes out of her shell to be a part of it.
The picture looks plain
The picture looks worthless
But there is a priceless story behind it, which people only dream of.