She sits all alone,
in the dark of the night.
wishing that she could,
crawl away and die.
She's endured too much heartache,
so many tear's she's cried.
spun from their black web,
of tangled truths and lies.
No one hears her shouting,
no one knows she cries.
for she's learnt at a young age,
to wear a false disguise.
So in the corner of her room,
she sits there paralyzed.
Do they know that they were wrong,
will they ever realize?
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