Everyday is the same in her home town, <br />She is just a poor girl in a poor town, <br />Always skipping school and barely skimming by, <br />It seems she has no ambitions, <br />But she knows the truth: <br />She will never be rich or famous, <br />No matter her qualifications, <br />She tries to see hope but just feels fear, <br />Because all roads lead nowhere, <br />Even with the radio station playing all her favourite songs, <br />But her life is no song, <br />Her mother ditched her a long time ago, <br />And her father is just her father, <br />There's nothing special about either of her parents, <br />And deep down, she knows it, <br />As she wakes up every Monday morning, <br />Knowing the same old week will play out, <br />For she is just a poor girl in a poor town, <br />Who will always face boundaries, <br />Of what she can and can't do, <br />She used to think she could make it through, <br />Try not to feel empty, lonely or blue, <br />But these are the times and she knows she is the loser, <br />And everyday she looks at her life with misery, <br />For all hope has long since disappeared, <br />She thinks this as she sits in her postage sized flat, <br />The wind blowing heavily outside, <br />The car in the drive, undriven, <br />Because she has no place to go, <br />For all places are the same, <br />And will always be her prison.<br /><br />Paula Glynn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poor-girl-in-a-poor-town/
