Where do I belong?

November 11, 2015

My name is not my own,

the real me is hidden away.

This body is not my home

The real me cannot be shown.

Feeling out of place,

these bones creak and groan.

This needs to be fixed before I am grown.

Searching for help,

I always feeling so alone.

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