A father and mother
growing old

A heart yet unable
to unfold

Her anger was anger
at herself

Her sass a shield for
her soul

A heart that begged to
blossom and grow

A wound left alone to
fester and grow

A girl all alone with
her mind

Wishing at times to
be dead

But feeling alive
and unknown

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