I am a poet, a girl,
I wonder if I'm really alive,
I hear screams of fear in the distance,
I see blood stains on the floors and walls,
I want to just runaway from it all,
I am a poet, a girl.
I pretend not to notice the lies,
i feel the presence of something....it doesn't feel right,
I touch something hard and cold,
I worry if this is a symbol of my soul,
I cry when I hear the screams,
I am a poet, a girl.
I understand that it's not right,
I say aloud "I am not alone."
I try to hide from the screams and the pain,
I hope it will just go away,
I am a poet, a girl.
