LITTLE MISS SUNSHINE

Have you ever wondered
The white walls
Stories told and retold
People listen
Yet never understand.

Only whose
In which their lives
Have had more
To say than most
Might recognize
The deafening echoes
Of what might have been.

You might not know
Nor see yourself
In these feelings of words
That persist through
This book
But it might be worth
To take a look.