Little girl lost alone in her room
hugging her knees, as she played
the same tune, <i>sometimes it hurts
so badly, I must cry out loud<i>
but she wasn't allowed, she
had to hold it all in. She couldn't
let them see, couldn't let them win.
When the tears did flow, it got worse
then. Giving them more fuel for
the fire, more ammunition, for
the cruel schoolyard taunts, and
her mother's acid tongue.
School was a nightmare, home was
hell. Her bedroom closet her
only sanctuary, music her only friend.
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