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Christine

Christine has social phobia She doesn’t like to go outside She is cooped up inside all day, Hunched over a book or on the Computer. Her days are filled With boredom and gloom. At the mere age of 12, she is Accustomed to the world That is the inside of her own Home. She has no goals No life, no hopes, no dreams, She is trapped inside a box And she can’t seem to get out And that angers her She hates herself for being this Way, she wishes she could be like Other kids. Her parents don’t care, In fact they barely notice that she’s There. She wonders if this is all life Has in store for her, and for the first time In her life, she hopes, she prays that She’ll change.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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