Presented at birth
With a screeching sound
Lullaby in your ears
Your noise was like a harp playing to them
A beautiful fairy
With all hands reaching to hold
Who would've known
They would abandon her
She was left at the doorsteps of regret
And in grief she grew
Tied to indifference
Her success was undermined
Softly spoken
Her opinions were loud
Perhaps she hated the very lips passed down
If nothing was to ever be heard from them
Why'd you teach her to speak
Hands banging against the glass
She's never leaving
She can't leave
Disappointing child
Beloved of some
She will ruin herself
Dwelling on the moments everyone wanted to forget her
