inner expression

A long, long time ago in a small home 

lived a little girl who felt alone 

she screamed and cried but wasn't heard 

all the noise and clatter around her 

was so loud, no one heard her words 

She wanted a way out

She wanted a way to speak

gradually she found her pen and paper 

were used for more than just work 

her thoughts suddenly started to escape her 

these bits and pieces of feelings 

organized so it wasn't such a blur 

her heart was mending and healing 

words once silent will now be heard

gathered to form poems 

to voice what she had stored

forever her life will be at peace

knowing her words will be recorded

to help others know and feel

that they were not alone in feeling distorted 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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