Little Girl

Caged with in my body. I'm here on the inside. But on the outside is another person.

Someone I have never met. They are pretty good fakers, I do have to admit.

I watch as they smile and wave. Act happy and brave.

 I watch as they laugh and joke.

But that's not me out there. It's someone else. 

I am here. A little girl carrying around a corpse. 

Pretending to act like the rest of the crowd. 

 

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