July.22.2010

Confusion;
Chaos in her mind.
She mumbles words;
Says never mind.
It never matters anyways.
No one needs to know what she says.

Seclusion;
Separation of it’s kind.
A hurting child,
Love is hard to find.
It can’t exist anyways,
She waits for better days.

Because she’s tired of their games,
And she’s tired of the names;
The ones they chose to call her by,
Until she starts to cry.
It’s never enough to hurt her,
They force her to defer.

Left alone;
Scared of everyone.
She doesn’t see an escape;
She doesn’t have a place to run.
She’s stuck to create her own ways,
On her own all her days.

You don’t know her,
Like you think you do.
She’s not the girl,
She leads you to…
Believe she is in all her ways,
She’s been faking it all these days.

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About Robin Elizabeth

My name is Robin Elizabeth and I'm 21. I do not create with my own ability, but with the gift God has given me.

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