Stuck in this dimension,
Everyone has a say of who she is,
The changes within her are not seen,
But the reflection of her bad skin is stuck in the minds of others,
Her lips sealed up,
Explaining days after days, words wasted,
Time taken for granted because no one is ready to understand,
She is beaten up by her past,
Shaken by words which cut like a sword,
Tear drops which form an ocean,
What is the reward for sharing your life story?
Her breathe chocked up holding on to secrets,
Her eyes fixed on pain and hurt,
Being silenced is the greatest tool she holds on to,
No one knows what you have going on with repressed memories,
No one has a say or an opinion,
And life just seems better depending on no human.

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