I can see her pain in her eyes
I can hear her cries
I hear her sobbing in her sleep
All she seems to do is weep
And as I look into the mirror and stare
I look and find her standing there
On the other side of the glass wall
That hides it all
Only I can see her
But as she stands there looking oh so small
I can see her slowly crumple into a ball
She wants to hide away
She wants to fly away
Instead she is stuck on that other side of the glass wall
The wall that forces her to crumple into a ball
I can hear her scream and shout
But the words just never seem to come out
She cries for days upon days
But all of them blend into a blurry haze
A haze of tries and screams and words
She continuously tries to fly like a bird
A voice that never gets to be heard
That glass wall will stand in her way
Until her prince comes to take her away
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Puzzle Pieces
PoetryThis is a book that is just going to be filled with a bunch of bits and pieces that I found lying around my writing folder... They will probably vary between one shots, short stories, poems, or excerpt that haven't been finished.
