She sat on the swing,
As the other kids played.
Rose they would call
But she'd just turn away
They'd keep their distance
Watch with curious eyes
As Rose sat, head down
Hearing rusting bars cry
Feet never touching the ground
As she rocked to and fro
So dead on the inside
But the world would never know
Her chocolate eyes were blank
Her smile never seen
Her head tilted to the side
While she stared at her stockinged feet
Outdated black dress
Torn at the bottom
Not matching the reds and oranges
Of so colorful autumn
Not that she cared
Nor did she know
Dying all together
And yet the world