Feelings, the things I never thought I'd know.
Well, you proved me wrong...

He says that I am the perfect girl.
He uses 'I love you' like an excuse...

What happened to us in the past?
What caused our hearts to seperate...

Cruel people don't look outside of their windows,
And you'd think they'd know where the orphans go...

Why do words affect me so much?
Why do his words mean more than anything...

Little One
left alone...

They scream freak.
They sneer at my clothes...

Random crap that is eventually going to come up
In ways that get me in sessions weekly...

My scars are all in the mind,
I have no cuts on my fore-arms...

*This is my mother's story.*
Risen from toddlerhood in a broken home...

Emotions.
They are crazy, unpredictable, scary...

I try to be good.
I try to be the perfect little girl they want me...