The Unpublished Little Girl.
I hate this Everything about it I hate this feeling of hate The feeling I don't belong My thoughts don't belong Does that equate to nothing? I feel nothing But I feel everything Look at the hidden scars she scatters over her body When people see them, she gets praised For they do not see the actuality but are masked by the invisibility She seeks everything yet chases nothing She lives like nothing for existing She exists in hoping that it will be living She dies, but only on the inside She lies but only to prevent a sacrifice She's scared and broken Run, run, run little girl Cry, cry, cry little girl Be free from the shackles of you and me Because she sees what I see Look further beyond the portrait Look deeper past the words For there lies a girl that storms when bringing up her past Fly, fly, fly little girl Sing, sing, sing little girl Your songs are to be echoed in one-pitch harmony Deafening to the ears of those who refuse to hear Not...