It lies in the unseen black corners,
Where the little girl cries in peace,
Afraid to be seen,
Afraid of what people may think.
The soul inside her frozen,
Her eyes are bloodshot,
She wishes she was chosen,.
I guess everyone forgot.
Her fragile hands conceal her mouth.
Covering her inevitable screams.
She's feeling exanimate and dead.
Crazy.Insanity.No breath.
She stood up from the un-swept floor,
Walked towards the mirror,
Her eyes colored black,
As if someone painted them.
Her father walks in.
She hurridly wiped her eyes.
Fakes a quick smile,
A smile thrown back to her.
He leaves the room
And she sits back in the corner.
Her arms fold over her knees,
And the tears pour down.
He doesn't care for her.
Her eyes turn black again,
She sets in another reverie,
Wish.Dream.Wonder.
Maybe she was a mistake.
She's obviously not wanted anyway.
Seperate my soul.
Good and evil.
The darkness is haunting me.
Sucking up all the happiness i had in me.
Laughing at every frown i make.
I wake in the night and find that there is no one
There but me,
Staring at the four walls closing in on me.
The torture is debilitating.
So this was the great plan.
Making me cry over who i am.
The blistering look she gives,
Proves she hates the life she lives.
And still she chooses to stick around.
And still not a happy moment found.
Call her names, laugh and point.
Make her more pensive.
But it's ok you won't be the first.
Hate.Despair.Loveless.
She used to be daddy's little princess.
She used to be loved by most.
And now, she lies away in her sinister room,
Spectre.Spook.Ghost.

 
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