A poem for my recent life.
Tear tracks line my eyes
And music fills my ears
No matter what I try to hide
The world refuses to hear
They ask and ask
"Where is the little girl?"
And I cannot change
Who I have become
I've asked and asked
Why must this happen
I cannot face reality
Please, just...
I wanna go home.
I'm sorry.. I just, I needed to get this out.. To somebody..
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