Falling Down.

The little girl just could not sleep,

Her mind wondered all too deep.

She often took late night strolls,

But suddenly fell down a deep, dark hole.

She tried her best to climb her way out,

But from her mind all, she heard was doubt.

Unsure of what else to do,

She started to think her whole life through.

Next thing she knew, there were fingers in her face,

Snapping her out, from outter space.

"Maybe they'll remember me,"

"But only for who they made me out to be."


This poem is about: 
Our world


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