My imperfections live within my swollen body
The blank look upon my face is all my wonderment
Wondering if my silent prayers will be answered
Wondering if my nightly screams will be hushed
Wondering if this pain will ever cease
Doubt fills my head as i lay here on the floor
Pondering for every thought that escapes my mind
and is then trapped on paper
As is my soul....trapped in a cage
with no light an empty room filled with silence
yet in a far off corner
a little girl, just like me, weeps into
her watered down hands i look up
only to see a mirror where the lonely girl sat
and was struck with the single notion
of my final fate
damned to be the little girl in the darkened
corner.
