
Why doesn't she speak?
Why does she freeze up in a conversation
She feels that the world is falling,
or she's falling out of the world.
No matter how bad things seem
They're always dreaming of
The day they can be
It's all a lie unless she speaks the truth,
but out of fear and shame that will
Never come true.
She feels like she's nothing
In the eyes of mankind,
but who would be so blind
to say one is nothing,
who is to say one is something?
She thought about everything
that was breaking her, hurting
her, killing her and making her
sanity drop to none.
Why does she wait?
Why does she believe?
"she is a doll who can't breathe!"
"Stupid."
"Dumb."
"Freak."
Shrieking in her dreams wailing
in her head she could never be able
to go to bed.
She thinks about life
and the souls who live it
she wants to live again,
but can she break from her
limits?
Why is she questioning herself?
Why is she trying to coop?
Until someone came along
from her lonely road of dismay
they came to cheer her on,
and help her break those chains.
"Why do you wail?"
"Why don't you sleep?"
"I can try to help mend your dreams."
"Take my hand and listen close..."
They start to hug her and pat
her head she feels...new, she
felt warm in the hands of someone
She didn't know she felt at ease to
let her feelings go.
"I know it's hard to change but it's the only
way you can break free of those chains."
They held her hands and with each tear
they made new strands of hope and fare.
" you can choose to fear, you can choose
to be free, you can choose your fate for
it is not up to me." She said "But how can I
break from my state of mind when I know
I'm so blind."
"Blind you are and as you may be
convinced that those chains will not let you flee,
yet little do you know you have already found
the key."
"Why do I live?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Why, can I come with you?"
"Heh, why yes you can."
And so they went hand in hand
doing new things because they can
she and they they and she
together they with be
never harassed,
or treated like trash.
they live in a land where
she was free and where they
can swim along side her
in an never ending sea of dreams.
About the Creator
Clyde Swob
I love making and writing adventure stories, love stories, and sifi (and others).
I'm a 17 year old artist.
Email me: [email protected]



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