Everyday is the same in her home town,
She is just a poor girl in a poor town,
Always skipping school and barely skimming by,
It seems she has no ambitions,
But she knows the truth:
She will never be rich or famous,
No matter her qualifications,
She tries to see hope but just feels fear,
Because all roads lead nowhere,
Even with the radio station playing all her favourite songs,
But her life is no song,
Her mother ditched her a long time ago,
And her father is just her father,
There's nothing special about either of her parents,
And deep down, she knows it,
As she wakes up every Monday morning,
Knowing the same old week will play out,
For she is just a poor girl in a poor town,
Who will always face boundaries,
Of what she can and can't do,
She used to think she could make it through,
Try not to feel empty, lonely or blue,
But these are the times and she knows she is the loser,
And everyday she looks at her life with misery,
For all hope has long since disappeared,
She thinks this as she sits in her postage sized flat,
The wind blowing heavily outside,
The car in the drive, undriven,
Because she has no place to go,
For all places are the same,
And will always be her prison.

Paula Glynn

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