I AM a Girl
I was a bird.
I’d fly through the days.
Unnoticed by some,
But closely inspected by others.
I’d prey on worms to keep myself fed.
I’d watch the young with a careful eye.
I was a child.
I was too weak to move.
Noticed by everyone,
But not for good.
I preyed on nothing,
But the voices in my head
Kept me going until
I lost everything I had.
Until I almost lost myself.
I am a girl.
I glide through the days.
Unnoticed by some,
Inspected closely by others.
Most think it is easy to wake,
But few know the pain I face.
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