The Girl There was a girl. That girl was lonely. A boy never came. To see it knowingly. The girl was upset. She cried every night. She thought no one loved her. And sadly she might be right. This was because she was almost invisible. No one notices her at all. Perhaps it was how she looked. No, she looked like a goddess. But it was through jealousy and hatred and betrayal. Her friends abandoned her. She was on her own. Was it bullying? They didn't know. Through all of this, the girl liked a boy. The boy like the girl. They didn't know each other. Love, is complicated. Lives are complicated. When I think about it, is this girl me? Or is it you?