She sat quietly in the corner
The voices were her armor
She could never fit in,
For she was controlled by what was within.
People called her odd and strange
But they didn't know she was in a cage,
A glass cage, alone, with the voices.
All she ever heard was their noises,
The outside world was an enigma
And the caged girl, a stigma.
She rattled the glass cage
Screaming and shouting with rage
Nobody could hear a sound
For she was bound--
To the voices, and stayed behind the glass
Caged, broken and crass.
Little did she know she had choices
And could have left the voices.
But she sat quietly in the corner
Thinking the voices were her armor.
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Anguished Optimism
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