This girl,

Who loses control in her fury

This girl,

Who is going through her life


She goes through her day,

Going where she is expected to go,

Saying what she is expected to say,

Laughing when she is expected to laugh


But no one sees,

What she really thinks,

How she really feels,

What she really wants to do


Her skin is a border,

Between the dark abyss inside,

Swirling, threatening, unwilling to subside

And the world around her


The people around her,

See who they want to see,

But they don’t see her,

Not really


I feel I am,

But a witness,

To this girl and her life,

But really, this girl is me


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