she sits alone,
a wall of stone.
she turns away,
she is
afraid.
don't get too close,
the anger's at a lethal dose
she
sits
alone,
no one to care.
a crowded room, yet,
they don't know
she's
there.
her mother claims,
she did not know.
the man she loved
caused
only pain
to the little girl
but still she would not go.
the
anger is
so deep inside.
fighting to be let out,
i'm afraid of what i might
do
in a crowded room,
yes, all alone,
she cannot weep,
nor
can she
cry.
don't ask; there is no answer to why
yes, you know her,
know
her
well.
she sits beside you
she is me.
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