A Girl - Poem by Rachel Smith
The darkness is her comfort,
her security blanket, she feels safe.
She can hide.
She can hide the emotions no one else ever sees.
The girl cries about her broken family.
She cries about those who have and have tried to hurt her.
She weeps for those she has hurt and never meant to.
She screams with a rage inside her,
that deeply burns.
She dreams for a brighter future that seems so dim.
She wishes everything to get better...
but I can't win.
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