Whisp

As I sit in the shadows
Legs curled and tucked
Head lowered, tears protected
Not to be seen
The real inside of me
Builds walls again
To keep me from insanity
Never to feel again
This tortured soul inside
Knows a truth
Cannot be taken away
By those with selfish desire
Until then
I wait for some future
Some life
To call home


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