Saturday, June 30, 2012


Just because someone is surrounded by people doesn't mean they're not alone. Everyone has a story, appearance may contradict.


How can I make them understand
That who I was is not who I am?
How can I ever forget
All I was told and all that I said?
Surrounded by people
But all alone
Abandoned by what
I thought was my home
Surrounded by questions
But so confused
Asking and asked
Have I been used?
Surrounded by silence
Which screams to me
Growling and roaring
When will I be free?

June 22, 2010

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