Things went sour that faithful day,
All of me was crying out.
But to my dismay,
My ocean of words was in a drought.
Thinking for a way to say,
What my day had been about.
That's the price I had to pay,
For the way that I was meant to sprout.
Yet I still wore a smile.
But I promise I didn't want to abide,
Regrettably I didn't pick up the phone and dial.
In this room I hide,
For fear of becoming hostile.
I wish I died,
Because his actions were very hostile.
Longing for someone to understand,
The very feeling I had deep down.
Wanting someone to hold my hand,
While I was in that gown.
In this world I am as precious as a grain of sand,
Because of this I wear a permanent frown.
All over the land,
There are girls like me that drown.
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