Scars and stories are hidden deep within her eyes.
There is a stillness about her that remains all...

So I go to a Bible college and I wrote this poem...
As I write on the wall...

Thoughts. Burning at my mind,
yearning to be let free as they wish...

As little girls change
from Barbie's to make up...

Hidden fantasies are in me now. Screaming, crying...

Three shooting stars I wear in shame.
They have the meanings of my sadness and...

Where has my smile gone?
It seems it has faded away...

Whispers and tears in this midnight hour,
rain down upon me like a thunder shower...

My eyes cry the tears
and my stars equal the pain...

Each day I look forward
to seeing your smiling face...

Sitting. Staring blankly at
everything I don't want to do...

A friend for my pain,
I have come to know you well...