It's very hard to hear
To you, your family bear...
Reminiscing on lies that never happened
While we remember all of the pain...
Emmerdale Farm plays
as you sit there...
It has occurred to her that she is a hallway girl.
Not a room to lounge in but a passage from one...
Door creeks,
Eyes open wide...
Dig deep. The quiet
days are still there...
My mind....shredded like a bale of straw
caught in the most violent storm...
They call me the favorite, the perfect child;
Their words biting at my fragile skin...
I'm beginning to wonder
if these scars are...
Nobody listens to me
You think I'm too young to know...
I hear you knocking
to come in...
I live in patterns of
misguided energy...