I see her not speak words
She doesn't move in herds
Thin air for a companion,
But she dies for fashion
No mouth with her name in it,
Or a chair to sit
The cold floor meets her,
But it lives to smother
She reads a rejection letter
Tears soon descend
Like a single plucked feather,
But she struggles to know better.
I see myself talking
My lips are walking
They move freely with courage,
And go upstage
To the right I go
No more left or stoops down low
After being told no,
It gave me the circumstances to grow
I was the girl without a bold voice
I was left with no choice,
But she lived to change me
Just look in the mirror, you'll see!

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