She lingers on to passing days
Confounded, distant, her heart far away
She’s carrying the burden of her clandestine despair
She’s naïve to what may break her
Or of how much she’s forced to bear

There’re constant contemplations to divulge all she’s holding back
Under a cotton pink dress are marks of deep blue, cold black

And as she lingers, days go by
She’s has yet to live, she’s only five
Confined as a prisoner in a yellow bird’s cage
She’s poisoned with the fatal case of her mother’s rage

Intoxications conquer a broken soul
Drunken estates play the villainous role
A role of a mother who flushes her pain
With the sheer, toxic liquor whose words are inane

She’s been detested and neglected
Beaten, so misused
She has her trophy scars; it’s been so hard
Inside – yet out – she’s badly bruised

The world – all around – Why can’t they see?
But she has underestimated how well she has learned to deceive

 
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