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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