Business suit, blue suit case
He doesn't even glance at her
She looks out the window
He drives away
Her dad didn't care anymore
Stinging slaps
Vile words
Phone restrictions
Disappeared friends
Her stepmother was no step
Her stepmother was her downfall
Painting was the only thing that kept her alive during those years
Painting a blue ocean
Under a sunlit sky
Painting good endings
An excursion
From her tragic beginning
Painting a sunrise
At midnight
Painting her mother's face
From a memory
That was fading away
Painting a dream
To end her darkness
Dreams too good to be real
Looking out at the night sky
She wished she were a dandelion
Instead of a rose
A flying cloud
Instead of a rain of petals
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