I'm Just A Blue Girl

 I’m being lonely, with no friends and family,

Sitting on a plain sand ground
All the people who come around me give some money
By just having some money I spend it on my food
But this food is something that I don’t just need
Its like biscuits and all that stuff.
Having all of this I miss my family.
Will I go to the orphanage or to my family?
Will I go to the orphanage or to my family?
I would rather think about all that the whole day
I’ll be just lonely
Because I’m just a blue girl.

Written by me in 2018.
~Renee.

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