A child rises
from the ashes of the stone
seemingly harmless,
innocent, and alone.
No one can know of the
dark in her world,
the hatred,
the pain,
the lost lonely girl.
She puts on her mask
with such care and so well,
spinning out smiles
to distance the world.
And she knows
as she does this,
her front will never be broke down
and no one will ever care enough
for her to be found.
from the ashes of the stone
seemingly harmless,
innocent, and alone.
No one can know of the
dark in her world,
the hatred,
the pain,
the lost lonely girl.
She puts on her mask
with such care and so well,
spinning out smiles
to distance the world.
And she knows
as she does this,
her front will never be broke down
and no one will ever care enough
for her to be found.
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