Time
Seconds pass--hours, then days,
stuck in a mess she didn’t create.
She wonders if life was a mistake,
or if next time, her mind will break.
A mind aged far beyond its years,
she wonders why no one hears.
Are people really so unaware
of what a little girl must bear?
Her feelings are numb,
but she doesn’t succumb.
She knows her time will come--
when she can escape this scum.
Alesia Leach © 1/2015
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