Inside Her Head
Inside this hard shell, I'm still the little girl, from years ago.
She's scared of the world and all that's inside it.
Even the little noise makes her jump.
She has been hurt by those who was meant to protect her,
Inside her head,
She has string cups, pull one up and listen to
Her muffled cries.
Hear her struggle under the heavy body that's pushing down.
Restraining her against the ground.
Take a listen to the sound her innocences was stolen.
Don't open the blinds inside her mind, you dont want to witness the horrific screen.
Copyright © Davina Browne | Year Posted 2019
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