Bri's Own World

This poem is called a sestina... it's organized by the last words in the sentences.... I don't feel like typing the arrangement of the sestets, so... yeah. Here it is...

That girl

There once was a girl

Who was always alone

And the thing that meant everything was time

She didn’t care what they thought

She didn’t care where she was

She was just herself

And being herself

An original girl

There was one thing she never was

She never had friends, she was always alone

And I always thought

That she would get some, in time

She was nice enough all the time

And she was never anything but herself

But no one ever thought

That one simple girl

Would, on her own, always alone

Amount to anything she thought she was

But I found I was

Wrong, not once, but all the time

She liked being alone

Being by herself

Where she could be the girl

Who didn’t have to be anything else, she thought

It took her awhile to realize this, she thought

she would never be happy. She was

Just that stupid lonely girl

She shied away from time

Because it reflected on herself

All those lost minutes where she mourned alone

But hark! She’ll not be alone

Again. She thought

It through, and decided with herself

That after all the torment, she was

Still worth something, and time

Didn’t seem, anymore, to bother that poor girl.

I’m not going to be alone, but I don’t think I ever was

I used to think that the clock was out to get me, stupid silly time

I was the one who found herself, in that lonely, forlorn girl