Nights of Storm

I don't know when it all started
I look in the mirror and I see her
that little girl afraid of rain
dark eyes tattooed on her face
tears burning her skin
tears that she didn't want
I see her again
hidden from the voices
in the middle of the stairs
she heard what she didn't want to
she knew things
she shouldn't understand
she became afraid
of those voices that screamed
with lighting and thunders
she's not here, not anymore
I say to myself, over and over
but her fears keep bugging me
in nights of storm

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