There was this hopeless child
Sitting in her room
The bathroom was her favourite place
Because it was the only place
She had the comfort
Then there was her bed
The place which held
All her secrets and fears
The place that holds her tears
The place that was there for her
Through it all
She was trampled over as a little child
A very shy child
Never standing for her rights
Always trying to fit in
For so many years a time
Staying in the dark
All these sleepless nights
The ridiculous dreams
She dreamt
That was useless
The innocent deeds
She did
That made nothing better
She was very uneducated
To think that people would care
And this world is a nice place
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Excruciation & Euphoria
PoetryRaging Storms, Violent Cries, That single tear, Laid in that child's eyes. Would you feel the same, If it was your daughter Would you feel the pain, If it was your brother ...
