The Girl Next Door

I heard her crying
Heard a creak of a doorknob
Crying from a room next door
Sounds of muffled sobs
At times whimpering no let me go
More tears
Her crying
Next door

I saw her walking
Dressed in her school uniform
A picture of a sad broken beauty
Her eyes clear like cleaned windows
She tried smiling
Though not with her eyes
So accustomed to crying
This girl next door

She should be playful
This girl next door
She acts old and doleful
Like there is nothing to live for

She eyes her peers acting all grown up
She seems troubled why their game is so charmed
So young yet loosing her pup
Such games for her no longer childlike her heart pumps alarmed

Who made her soulful?
This girl next door
As her whimpering reaches my corridor
My room, my core
Oh no, awake from this dream
This girl
Who is she, was she, is she?
I let out a scream
Me!
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