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There's this girl who's unlovable,

She's a bitch and she's mean.

Because she hides away from people,

And doesn't let the real her be seen.

She can be funny,

And rather witty.

But people don't know this,

Which is a pity.

They see her snap,

They see her bite.

She's always angry,

Constantly looking for a fight.

She's crying for help,

But no-one can hear.

So she bottles it inside,

Until down roll the tears.

River after river,

Puddle after puddle.

She tries to explain,

But everything's a muddle.

But who'd listen anyway?

She pushed everyone away.

Built up walls around her,

And on the outside they stay.

A true Iron Lady,

Her heart is made of stone.

Longing for someone to talk to,

But still she stays alone.

There's this girl who's unlovable,

She acts like a bitch and she's mean.

But that's only because she hides away,

Afraid of letting the real her be seen.

The End

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