Sometimes...

Sometimes,

she feels like she's fighting the world

the place in which this young girl was hurled

to be beaten and bruised, replaced and misused

tattered torn, into this cruel place she was born

sometimes,

she feels like no one understands

so she sits quietly as everyone stands,

she's in no mans land now and she is

wanting to shout, wanting to let it all out

but instead she sits, as time ticks

second after second, minute after minute

times running out

sometimes,

she feels like she can't take the pain

she's sick of the days, filled up with rain

with nothing to gain

in this mindless place, with no names to a face

in fear of judgment being misplaced

because everyone must be so great

perfect in a world full of hate

and people being so fake

sometimes,

she feels like she's all alone walking amongst drones

because no place feels like home

everything is gray and seems so far away

it's not as it seems, pinch her she's still in her dreams

or have her dreams become real

she can't tell cause when you pinch, she can't feel

she's numb once more, as she drops her soul to the floor

and walks on, with the drones,

still feeling alone

sometimes,

this beaten and misused girl

as she is fighting the world

just wants something to hold onto,

something that she can be sure is real

something, that this numb girl, can actually feel...

r/c please...