Small stories by a small girl #25

she knew only of the smaller things
she had no interest in other
they kept talking about so much
all the things they had in common
she knew none of it
she still felt alone
but she was forced to sit there
with a smile on her face
and just get along
they could never truly know
how different she was
she would never show them
cause they were so modern
and she old-fashioned
in a very old way