She always has a smile

And is such a good girl.

Would never do anything

To make you feel bad.

Would never let you know when she is

Sad.

And so,

She walks herself home

Most nights

And sleeps with the lights on.

Though she is always there,

You never notice when she has gone,

Away.

Staying on the edge of the shadows,

She sits at home alone

And

Wonders

If she is real

Or if

The others are just ghosts in the light.