Against the world.
Every single one of us,
A different little girl.
The eldest went from shy, to loud,
Her head still always in the clouds.
The tomboy became
The girl in red.
The hippie followed through
With drugs instead.
The little one who was the good seed,
Was so depressed she spends her time
Smoking weed.
The youngest little dove,
Became so nervous she couldn't love.
That only leaves me and my mum;
I never realised we would be the sum
Of the joke,
We are both tied to the same cord
Ready to choke.
I am the one with anxiety.
Who developed a drinking problem like her mum,
Hoping it would set her free.-b.
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The Night Sky is in Her Veins
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