<P><B>God
<P>By Chris the Cynic
<P>
<P>She sits in a corner 
<P>with her knees hugged into her chest. 
<P>She cries 
<P>cries that no one cares 
<P>cries that no one gets along 
<P>cries about whats done in her name 
<P>cries because no one listens. 
<P>Her eyes are red with tears 
<P>and her mind is filled with images 
<P>of murder 
<P>suicide 
<P>hate 
<P>and love. 
<P>Love that she will never have 
<P>and she gets lonely 
<P>no one is her equal 
<P>so she can never feel 
<P>what they feel. 
<P>She has been forever alone 
<P>and she fears she always will be. 
<P>For an instant 
<P>she has a hope 
<P>she thinks 
<P>I could make someone 
<P>but shakes her head 
<P>she couldnt force it 
<P>then it wouldnt be real.
<P>So she cries again.