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 →


Who is this girl you think me to be? I am not her, I am only me. I do not know who she could be, This little girl you confuse with me. Sometimes she but always me, If only you could really see. I hide behind the smile of she, Who you think could ever... Continue Reading →

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