Alone

She walks down the street and no one says hello

She held her head in shame, very low

Her parents don’t understand

She tied her hair back every strand

And now its all becoming clear

all they wanted her to be was a seer

A saint who is no more than Mormon

She with broken wings, signed to a demon

now she has control and was planning her escape

at 18 she would leave and create a new slate

But for now she stayed trapped in her cell

for her parents believed she embodied hell

Her confidence was low and she is weak

yelling to herself, “I’m ugly, I’m a freak”

she wonders how her lover could ever relate.

But the truth is he is just as tormented as is fate

He kept himself locked away in a castle

She learned not to ask, as it’s simply a hassle

She would stop and wonder if life is a dream

Either good or bad, she cried and tears stream

she never wanted to wake, yet wanted to give in

all her emotions felt, to herself were, foreign

How could her escape the nightmare without worrying

and she just cant stop thinking and pondering

What would her life be if she were alone

only a small razor away from the unknown.

-Transcribed from teenage years-