Flowers Under Glass

The world doesn’t see me, They see only what they want to see. The person they wish me to be Has never lived. She is quiet to a fault, her voice lost even to her. She can not speak up or talk back, Her voice is gone. She has no dreams of her own, Only... Continue Reading →

Awake

I am awake, they tell me it is safe to sleep, but my eyes are open; and I see the fear. I am awake, they try to make me sleep, but my eyes are open; and I see the hate. I am awake, they fight hard to put me to sleep, but my eyes are... Continue Reading →

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