The Broken girl behind stained glass.

If I close my eyes just long enough,

I can pretend.

I can forget.

I can wander, in the safety of

my dreams,

whilst my inner child screams.

I can feel strong, in this

world, so full of wrong.

There, in my world of love and

happy thoughts,

I cannot hear the silence,

you have so fondly sought.

I cannot be the piercing eyes,

that constantly wonder,

why, oh why.

Behind the doors of this

broken world,

I am not,

the broken girl.

 

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