Voices


I fear what I hear
What I hear comes from my head
Every small word makes me hear red

Life is dark
Dark as night
Why can't we be
Like flowers so bright

Screaming, crying, crystal clear
Looks in the mirror
She sees what she fears

Fat, ugly, useless
All words that cut deep
Deep as a sword
A sword that she keeps

Hoping for the day
The day she can leave
Start over
And maybe have some peace

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