14 Years, walking in a hole
She's the only one to know her soul
Fight is what she enjoys so much
She never experienced the real love touch
Many things are trapped inside
A little flame, waiting ot ignite
Weak at soul, yet words, so tough
One day she will blow, then she has had enough
Hating, but she doesn't know just why
Her eyes, helpless, an inside cry
Smart enough to know how to play the game
Sometimes she wonders if she is still sane.
*this one never really got an end to it. Now that I'm looking at it, it seems to end way too abruptly*
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