There’s a girl over there

 In the corner alone.

 You can tell by her face

 She’d rather be at home.

 She thinks she can’t trust.

 They’ll just let her down.

 Every time that she tries

 She just feels like a clown.

 She wants to read her books,

 But now they’re gone too.

 No one understands

 How school can bring such rue.

 She likes to finish early

 So she can read her newest find.

 Now she’s stuck procrastinating

 With no break from daily grind.

 She likes one part of school:

 She gets to go and learn.

 She doesn’t like the rest

 Just a sentence make cheeks burn.

 She wants to be alone,

 To just dive into her field,

 But mom thinks it’s not best

 So she, away from all, stays kneeled.

 She’s taking lots of hours

 And she knows how to do the job.

 But mom she just can’t see that.

 So the girl’s books become robbed.

 She tries to sneak them in,

 But mother’s eye is keen.

 And she can’t hide from teachers,

 So, to compromise, she gleans.

 She keeps to books on her

 But doesn’t read them much.

 She quickly finds that what she needs

 Is one single, quick, light touch.

 5 minutes here,

 Another 10 there,

 Just enough to keep her sane,

 To give her life a prayer.

 She knows to give them up en todo,

 Would drive her back to bottom.

 God has kept her alive and faithful,

 But books help keep her going come autumn.

 Oh, mom, why can’t you understand?

 To take the books from her,

 Just leads to more retreat.

 Openness, or introvert, which do you prefer?